Chapter 11
“Are you awake?”
Max nodded, opening one eye. Jack was standing there with a tray. From the aroma, it held coffee and bacon. And probably eggs, Max guessed. He eased himself into a sitting position, wincing from the pain when the wound in his side protested.
Jack set the tray on the nightstand, then took a glass of water off the tray, giving it to Max, along with two pills.
Max swallowed them before asking, “Why are you here? Don’t you have classes?”
“I think they can survive without me there, for one day.” Jack sat on the edge of the bed. “Deacon’s downstairs…”
“He’s still here?”
“Yep. He should be up in a minute.”
For a moment, memories of the previous night came flooding back. More pressing business pushed them aside, however. Gingerly, Max eased out from under the sh
