25 Last Piece of the Puzzle
Brant’s stomach growled at him, reminding him in no uncertain terms that it was lunchtime. He rolled over, punched the wall, and stayed put in bed. He deserved to hurt.
Then a banging on the door interrupted his pity party.
“You’ve had enough time to pout,” Knox said, loudly enough that his voice boomed through the closed door.
Brant didn’t budge.
“Computer, open this door.” Light threw Knox’s dark silhouette across the wall.
“Leave me alone,” Brant said.
“No.”
Brant half-expected Knox to grab him and drag him out, but no. Knox just stood in the doorway, not intruding but not leaving, either.
“I’ve got news the attack is soon,” Knox said. “And I have plans to help your school. Can you drag yourself out of bed for that?”
Brant dropped his legs over th
