Chapter Eighteen
Destin jerked awake when he heard a chime. Rising stiffly out of the chair, he stumbled around it briefly before striding toward the door. He laid his palm against the control pad next to the door, pulled it open, and blinked in surprise when he saw Tim and Mason standing on the other side.
“What is it? What time is it?” Destin muttered, glancing around for a clock.
“Three a.m. Get your shoes and jacket,” Tim stated, stepping inside.
“What’s going on? Three o’clock! Where’s Sula? She should have been back before now,” Destin groaned and ran his hands through his hair. “I fell asleep.”
“Yeah, we kind of figured that. You’re allowed to at times,” Mason said, pushing past him. “Where are your shoes?”
“My shoes… Uh, by the chair, I think. What the hell is going on?” Dest
