Between the helicopter ride and then the drive back to Edward’s hotel where the penthouses were located, Trey had somewhat woken up from his hazy blackout.
The brief nap he had taken was in no way enough to replenish his energy supplies, but there was just no way he could rest while he was still in a moving vehicle and covered in days’ worth of dirt. And that was the least of things making sleep impossible. He didn’t even want to wrap his head around the discomfort in his muscles and bones or the many troubling thoughts twirling in his mind like a never ending rollercoaster ride.
The four men in the SUV with him were very quiet, as though somehow understanding that he just needed the silence to process. They did, however, continuously throw him concerned looks. Especially Gabriel, who
