The sharp bark of the tree dug into Dron's shoulders.
He was used to sleeping outside when he was out on duty. What he wasn't used to was sleeping outside when his bed was mere feet away.
He had to get his head back on straight. What happened last night in the tub could never happen again. Not if he wanted to make sure that he survived his ordeal with Tempest. He nearly lost himself to desire.
Dron left the night before under the guise that he was going hunting for the kraznok; that wasn't completely the case. He would hunt for it if he had to, but he also knew that once a kraznok was spooked away, they rarely came back to the same place right away.
He'd slept out here all night, trying to gear himself up to go back in the house. As of yet, he'd not come up with the courage.
