Chapter 34 Tender Loving Clyve

CLYVE Damn it! I WAS ALREADY sitting on my bed trying to grasp if I was in the state of dreaming or not, but Austen kept on calling my name from the other line. I rubbed my eye. “You okay, mate?” “I am, but, um, I need your help.” He was like catching his breath. He must be running or carrying something heavy, and that alarmed me. “What’s wrong?” I may have known him for a few days, but he was Westley’s brother. I already felt guilty for putting a boundary between us,...