Chapter 10Remus
Remus didn’t sleep at all that night.
He’d crept into his own bed when he first stepped out of the bathroom but Murphy—when he really did fall asleep—tossed and turned, crying out in his nightmares. So, he’d slipped into bed beside him, holding him through the worst of his dreams, whispering to him when he wouldn’t settle. And all the while guilt piled stone after stone into his limbs, his gut, his heart.
Whatever slim chance he’d had of building something with Murphy lay smashed and ruined beneath the boot of his family and his job. How could Murphy possibly think of him as anything other than a monster, just like Romulus?
The alarm clock on the bedside table showed a little after five a.m. Remus was f*****g exhausted yet bristled with nervous energy. Joe had done his
