Chapter 66: One bed.

His head pounded, and he was freezing and knew he was still drugged. As Gareth sat on the bed next to the stove, he cursed himself for saying anything. He needed Rusty, and he stared at his hands where the man had coated them in antibacterial cream. All he wanted to do now was sleep and not have a conversation about their childhood. Besides the fact that he didn’t want to talk, he knew this wasn’t the time for rehashing his past anyway.

Gareth sighed. ...