Bastien’s Point of View
Finally, the sun started to break the horizon. I was restless and mulling around the kitchen cutting up fruit for Jones for breakfast I could feel a storm coming in my bones and it wasn’t the weather that was bringing the storm. As upsetting as yesterday was for Dylan and Lucky I knew today would be worse. From the pit in my stomach, I was willing to bet it was going to be catastrophic. I tried calling Stacia again but again he didn’t answer, I wasn’t sure why I suddenly felt like I needed to speak to him, but I did, and I learned many moons ago to never go against my gut. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I was happily surprised when I turned around to see Rowan and Jones coming down.
“Oh no, did I wake him? I was trying to be quiet?”
“No, he was start
