44. No More Doubts
Zander
I woke to silence.
For the first time in days, it wasn't the uneasy kind that came before a fight, it was peaceful.
Sunlight slipped through the curtains, stretching across the living room floor before climbing onto the couch where I had spent the last two nights. Every muscle in my body protested as I sat up, the bruises across my ribs reminding me that healing wasn't something I could rush.
"Easy," I muttered to myself.
The medic had given me the same lecture at least six times before Ghost finally dragged me home. Apparently, cracked ribs didn't appreciate stubborn bikers.
Who knew?
I pushed myself to my feet anyway. The house was quiet, too quiet. Mara had already left for college and she had tried not to wake me before leaving or at least she had thou
