Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Lana s POV

Waking up, Drake had his arm draped over my waist. I get up swinging my legs over the side of the bed, Drake falling forward with a groan as I moved. Getting up, I rummage through the drawers. I grab a pair of tights out and one of Tate s shirts. I slip them on and pull my hair in a bun, hoping Tate was in a better mood today. Walking downstairs, I find he wasn t even here.

Drake sleepily walking down the stairs before sitting at the table and placing his head on it, tiredly as he yawned.

"What time is it?" He asks as I flick the kettle on. I look to the clock on the wall.

"A little after 10" I tell him a little shocked myself with how late in the morning it was.

"Tate gone?" He asks, looking around and I shrug, preparing the two cups and putting the milk in while I wait for the kettle to boil. I grab a loaf of bread out when I am hit with Tate s rage through the bond.