The floor creaks and I let out a sleepy moan.
I can hear King on his side of the bed, finally home.
I turn my head, and slit my eyes open, but he’s already turned off the lamp I left on for him.
Good, he plans to sleep for a while too.
There’s a faint smell of gasoline, and I remember he went to the gallery to find out what happened with the fire.
I blink into the dark, trying to wake myself up. “Was everything okay?”
King doesn’t answer, but I feel the mattress shift as he climbs into bed.
And that’s when I hear it.
Duke’s frantic barking from outside.
