Chapter 8Javi woke in the darkness. Had he felt the band he wore around his wrist vibrate—which was his alarm to wake up to go to breakfast shift. Stel had given him that so he didn’t have to disturb Aron with an alarm. No. The sound came again, a soft cry from below him. He turned on the light over his head and leaned over the bunk to look down at Aron. He was thrashing about with the sheets tangled up around his legs. Damn.
Javi jumped down from his bunk, landing lightly and turned on the light for Aron’s bunk. It came up slowly rather than glaring. Javi crouched so as not to loom—as much as a shortarse like him could ever loom—and spoke softly.
“Aron, wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” Careful, still worried about spooking him further, Javi touched his shoulder gently. “Wake up. You
