Hungry

A low, insistent growl rumbled through Jamal's stomach, dragging him out of his deep sleep.

He blinked at the ceiling, momentarily disoriented. The tiny, unfamiliar room, the stiff mattress beneath him, the faint scent of old wood—all of it came rushing back.

Right. He was at Dawn's home. Genevieve's home. He reminded himself. As her driver he needed to think of her now as Genevieve not as Dawn, so he wouldn't slip up.

His stomach growled louder.

Jamal exhaled and rubbed his face. He hadn't eaten dinner last night. He had not realized just how exhausted he was. After his shower, he'd barely sat down before sleep had claimed him. And he hadn't even checked in with Stefan.

Stefan.

Knowing Stefan he would most likely have tried to reach him to make sure he was okay.

He reached for his phone, flipping it over to check for any missed calls or messages. His brows lifted when he saw several missed calls from Stefan.