Ambrose's eyes batted open slowly. He'd woken up from a weird nightmare where he saw the Void Entity hovering in the clouds while the screams of thousands of people stacked up around it.
He sat up, placing a palm on his sweaty face. "What a night…" he mumbled, glancing back at the morning sunlight spilling out of his window.
Just when he reached beside himself for Devon and Viktor—he noticed something. They weren't in bed. Frowning, he swerved his head to the bedroom door, sweeping through the suite with spatial awareness.
It didn't take long to gather a mental picture.
Viktor was at the kitchen island drinking something out of a glass cup that he hoped to hell wasn't alcohol. Devon was squatting on the living room floor, adjusting Orion's collar.
He could feel almost everything from here… even up to the smiles on their faces. His fingers relaxed on the bed sheets.
"Domestic…" he sighed, hopping out of the bed slowly.
