Cyrus never thought he’d get any sleep.
The sleepiness hit him as he helped Becca clean up the mess that Axel caused. Every act took twice as much energy, like his entire body was weighted with cement blocks. His eyelids slid down of their own accord and he had to blink to keep himself awake as he swept broken glass off the floor.
The warm air in the alley was so inviting, he could have shifted into a rat and slept under the stars. He threw a broken chair in the dumpster and seriously thought about it.
He yawned and told himself he had to keep pushing, when a loud cheer erupted from the bar.
He stumbled back into the Wicked Cat as if sleepwalking when Desmond told him that Rocco and Luna had found Letitia Frankland alive and were on the way to Axel’s compound. Letitia would be safe. He
