I woke up when I heard the door click shut. Sitting up, the blanket fell, and I rubbed my eyes.

“Marek?”

“It’s me. Sorry to wake you.” His voice seemed back to normal at the very least.

I shook my head. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine.”

My eyes widened. “That long?”

He hummed as I watched his dark figure disappear into the closet. “Juri told me I needed to let off some steam. I hit the pits for a couple of hours.”

The pits? Then it clicked. The bruises on his hand ...