Caiden woke up in his own bed, although he didn’t remember going upstairs. I must have really been out of it. A check of the time told him it was almost eleven, so he showered, got dressed, and went downstairs.
Theirn was in the kitchen fixing something to eat. “You’re finally awake. Want a sandwich or a real breakfast?”
“A sandwich is fine, if you don’t mind making me one while I book us a flight back to New Orleans.”
“We already have one. Zander called an hour ago to give me the details, since you weren’t answering your phone. It leaves at two-twenty.”
Caiden grimaced. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed the sleep? Here.” Theirn handed him a sandwich. “Go get packed. I’ll take care of Styge’s things. We’ll drive and leave the car at the airport. I got the okay for that from Zander
