Chapter 21: My Hero

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself.

It's strange enough that even Sasha has to sneak around his own apartment. This man is full of surprises. I watch for a while longer wondering if he will come back, but then I give up before he comes back. I'm exhausted and my lids are heavy, and I don't have the time to play detective, so I choose to sleep instead of spying on him.

I crawl into the centre of the bed and curl myself into a ball. This bed is far bigger than I need and it's strange being alone in it. Much as I don't fancy staying here, I have to admit the soft mattress feels like heaven. I bury my head into the pillow, the sweet scent of the lavender detergent wafting up my nose as grogginess finally begins to set in.