Dawson
I needed to sleep. Badly. I hadn’t since my bachelor party, which was almost three days ago.
I leaned against the wall outside the infirmary, rubbing my aching eyes. Khason stretched in the sun like a cat, the light glinting off of his silvery scar. I didn’t know when I would get used to his new eyes…
“You okay, man?” I asked, stifling a yawn.
He looked at me with a smile. “Yeah. I feel great actually. Like dying caught me up on all my rest for the last decade.”
I shuddered. “Don’t joke about it, Khase.”
I had not managed to banish the image of him, wide-eyed with shock as his life’s blood poured from the gaping hole in his neck. I had a feeling the memory would haunt me forever.
