Chapter 44

• It was morning, and Jadon could tell from the sunlight streaming into his bedroom through the thin space between his curtains. It was also very warm, as though the sun had sat right outside his window and directed all its heat into his room.
• Jadon groaned, remembering that he hadn’t switched on his air conditioner last night when he finally stumbled to bed. And now, as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, he felt the sweat that covered his entire body like layers of molasses. Gross.
• He needed a shower. And a large cup of coffee to kill off the hangover that clung to him. Just then, as the thought of coffee settled in his mind, Jadon’s senses caught a whiff of eggs and cheese. His stomach growled, even as his mind fought to make sense of the smell in his house. Unless he had bought an automated chef, he didn’t understand why his house smelled of food while he was still in bed.