Blaze:
My phone buzzed angrily against the bedside table, jolting me awake from a deep sleep. I squinted into the darkness, groaning as I grabbed it and glanced at the glowing screen. Saint. At 1 am. That could only mean trouble or something serious. Neither option thrilled me.
"Yeah?" I rasped, trying to talk softly so I wouldn't wake a sleeping Kat laying next to me.
"I need a ride, brother" Saint's voice was calm, low, but edged with something unreadable. "Come pick me up."
I sighed heavily, already swinging my legs over the side of the bed, fumbling in the dark for my boots. "Where you at?"
"The old pier," he said simply. "By the river."
"On my way," I grumbled, ending the call and grabbing my keys off the table. Whatever Saint had gotten himself into tonight, it wasn't like him
