The night was taking too long to give way to dawn, and Bernard did not welcome this delay with open hands. His mind was nothing less than an unsolved puzzle. Tossing for the hundredth time within an hour, he sighed heavily before standing up.
The guest room was all comfort, but settling into new environments has always been an issue. He swiftly pulled a cloak over his shirtless body and drew the curtains, letting the moonlight invade with more confidence. The compound was well guarded, and from below, he saw another figure patrol constantly.
Brandon was not only the backbone of Kabir Marge but also his right-hand man in everything, and Bernard couldn't be prouder. Deep down, he envied the two; their bond went beyond brothers, and their friendship stretched beyond wealth.
