Chapter 113: The Call
Cameron's POV
I didn't sleep well, but I slept.
That was something. After the night before—the bar, Durian's guest room, the drive to Lucian's apartment and everything that had happened inside it—I'd returned to my own apartment at four in the afternoon and sat in the chair by the window and looked at Seattle in the rain and done something I didn't usually do, which was nothing. Not productive nothing, not the kind of not-doing-things that was actually doing things internally, organizing and planning and running calculations. Just nothing. The rain on the glass and the city below and the particular exhaustion of a person who'd been managing something for eighteen months and had, in the space of twenty-four hours, made it significantly more complicated.
I woke at s
