Chapter 12
NIKOLAJ'S POV
I went for an early morning jog, hoping the physical exertion would quiet the noise in my head. Instead, my thoughts trailed after me every step of the way until I found myself at Tray's front door.
I stopped there, bent over and gasping for air.
"Nikolaj?" Tray's voice pulled me up. He was walking toward the house, looking far more rested than I felt.
"Where have you... been?" I managed to ask between breaths.
"Taking out the trash. Were you actually running, or are you just trying to escape your own mind?" he asked, heading up the porch steps.
I followed him inside, my lungs still burning. "Both. I can't seem to think straight."
"Breakfast?" he asked, heading toward the kitchen.
"No appetite," I muttered, collapsing onto his sofa.
"A snack?"
"No."
"Then what do you want from me?" he asked, finally turning around.
"Just sit down," I told him. He obeyed, taking the chair opposite me with a curious look.
