“Zephyr,” A sharp baritone voice sounded, followed by a slight nudging against his legs. “Hey, wake up.”
Zephyr blinked twice, then his eyes opened, steadying on the furrowed face before him. Anthony.
The boy stood in front of him, arms crossed with a hard unwavering gaze.
Zephyr glanced away, eyes scanning the hallway. He was seated on the floor beside the entrance into Anthony's apartment. His mind was foggy, but he recalled everything that led to this moment.
He and Anthony had left the cemetery last night. He escorted the boy up here to his apartment. He recalled saying goodbye and then sitting beside the door. He must have slept off just after then.
“What are you still doing here?” Anthony's sharp voice snapped him off his thoughts. His eyebrows locked in a frown. “Don't tel
