The sound of soft arguing had Zeke climbing to the surface of darkness. His years on the streets had taught him to not make any sudden movements.
Know your surroundings. That was the first rule Zeke had learned when he first landed on the streets, and although he had a shithole place right now, Zeke never stopped living by that rule.
“I don’t care! I don’t know what crawled up your prickly ass, but Dani and I aren’t budging.
Dani and I are the closest people he has as friends living here, and when he wakes up, he needs to know he’s safe. That won’t happen if he wakes up with strangers around him. If Vitali can stay, then so can we.”
Zeke could swear that was Marshal’s voice, but how could that be? Where the hell was he, and who the hell was Vitali?
“Marshal, I understand he’s you
