AN HOUR LATER, THE mechanical whir of the disc drawer announced Ethan’s feeding of a film into the DVD player, and Sean lifted his head from the sofa back, opening his eyes. “Good idea. Action, horror ...?”
“You wake up for a film, but not to talk to me?” Ethan said over his shoulder.
Sean chuckled. “I wasn’t asleep.”
“It’s action,” Ethan said, messing with the channels.
“Cool.” Sean lifted my legs and climbed to his feet. “Anyone for snacks?”
“Not for me,” I mumbled.
“Crisps,” called Ethan after him. “And Snickers.”
As soon as Sean left the room, Nathan aimed his stare my way.
“If you’re tired, Jem, wouldn’t you be better off with a blanket?”
My lips formed what as my eyes narrowed.
With his eyes, he gestured to the stairs.
Frowning, I pushed up to look at him properly.
His he
