I woke up when I heard the door click shut. Sitting up, the blanket fell down and I rubbed my eyes.
“Marek?”
“It’s me. Sorry to wake you.”
I shook my head. His voice seemed back to normal at the very least. “What time is it?”
“Just after nine.”
My eyes widened. “That long?”
He hummed as I watched his dark figure disappear into the closet. “Juri told me I needed to let off some steam. I hit the pits for a couple hours”
The pits? Then it clicked. The bruises on his hand and body the other day. He was at a fighting ring. It surprised me that Marek would participate but I guess it was better than beating up his own men.
“Did you win?”
His figure froze between the closet and the bathroom doors. “Of course.”
“Good.”
I didn’t add anything else and he didn’t offer anything. Instead, he
