Chapter 69

He changed into more comfortable clothes when he was out of the bathroom, wearing a loose shirt that he didn’t remember bringing along and sweats.

Now that he was in it, he realised that it was much bigger than he had pictured it to be.

The sleeves were well past his wrists and covering about half of his fingers, that wasn't right...

How did Darian’s clothes get into his stuff?

Was it even Darian’s? Did it matter? It covered up his bruises and was comfy and he thought he looked pretty badass with the dark shirt on.

It was time to face them, it was still a couple hours before dinner and although he had barely eaten anything all day, he wasn't hungry.

Jaxon would fuss and insist that he ate and he would.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door, the resounding click startlingly loud.

Well, he couldn't stay holed up in the room forever.