Heldon didn't sleep well.
Maybe it was the possibility of being cursed, or that Janz insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Heldon in case he had another attack.
Janz liked to take up a lot of the bed, and when Heldon woke up with Janz's arm across him, he felt overheated and sticky with sweat. Janz had always run hot since they were kids, but now that he had packed on the muscle, he was a furnace.
But the most likely reason Heldon couldn't sleep was his thoughts about Tival spiraled in his mind as noisy static. How dare that vampire exploit Tival like that, and how dare Tival fall for it. What sort of vampiric senses was he missing anyway?
Maybe as a human, he wouldn't ever understand. Yet, Heldon thought Tival was just fine the way he was. Well, maybe he had a few flaws he could w
