C5 Darrius

“Meow.” Tinder, the damn cat, cried loudly at me and I damn near nicked the furball the edge of my blade.

“What the ‘ell do you mean waking a man from sleep like that?” I growled, setting my weapon back under my pillow. “Yer lucky I didn’t stick my blade into your skinny throat.”

My bed was cold without Avery and I hated not waking up with her on the nights she was with Simeon or Malcolm