Chapter 27 Bad News About Charles

• "How are we feeling this morning?" I ask, keeping my voice cheerful and light as I enter Ty's room. It's Saturday, so I'm off from my work at the Alpha's mansion today. I draw back the daffodil-patterned curtains to let the sunlight stream into the room and across the bed.
• Normally, a free Saturday would mean that I'd be looking forward to a day of takeout food and trash TV. Unfortunately, poor Ty is still in rough shape, and my evenings and weekends are devoted to his recovery for the foreseeable future.
• Ty groans and flings a bare arm over his eyes. His bare chest gleams in the morning light, and I see one bare foot poking out from under the covers. Ty usually sleeps in the nude, he told me very seriously, but he's compromised for my sake by wearing boxers to bed while he's here.