Kenton wanted to stay awake, perhaps even to walk Con out of the house, rather than wake up and find him gone, but he was warm and comfortable, his skin brushed by warm air as if it was caressing him. A minute. I’ll just lie here for a minute.
When Kenton opened his eyes, Con had left. Caesar lay in his place, but there was a note on the pillow. Glancing at his watch, Kenton was surprised to see it was nearly eight in the morning. He’d slept right through, and yet he was sure he’d woken because Con had left. Did he stay the night? He picked up the note.
Don’t trust Alton. Ever. He’s dangerous, deadly, and behind the fires.—C
Kenton stroked the paper with his fingertips and focused on the tingle. Con had been worried enough to leave the note, and it held a resonance of his concern. Kento
