C12 Chapter Twelve : Stop trying

Debra's POV

Michael was still awake when I came back from the stables. That was more suspicious than surprising.

The room held only a thin strip of moonlight under the door and the low glow of the dying torch. He sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees and his curly hair falling into his eyes the way it always did when he hadn’t bothered to push it back