The night was long, and it gave Adam a lot of time to think about.
He had slept for seven days straight, so he did not feel the need to get some shut-eye any time soon. What he had needed was food, and he'd had kilos of it — thanks to Luca.
Speaking of Luca, the man was pretending to be asleep.
Adam scoffed silently, realizing that. There was no trust between them, so it was understandable that the Lone Wolf wouldn't let his guard down in front of him.
But to pretend to sleep so stupidly was mildly amusing.
Adam laughed in his heart. Valerian lay on his lap, peacefully sleeping while purring. He gently stroked the little fellow's back.
Valerian had mostly been awake — and hungry — throughout the past seven days, keeping vigil over Adam. Now, he finally got time to rest.
His back to the wall, Adam gazed at the crimson moon through the glass window. Outside, the savage howls and shrieks of monsters raged on, but Adam's heart was calm and still as an ancient lake.
