26: A bad choice

*Jonas*

The next morning I am awakened by Hunter knocking on my door, then unlocking it. For some reason Typhon still insists on keeping it locked at night, claiming it is for my own sake.

“Morning Jonas,” Hunter says, as he enters the room with a tray.

I look at the food, “You didn’t need to do that, I could have come down to eat.”

‘Yum food,’ Cana says, ‘It smells good.’

“Cerberus told me to bring it to you. He also told me to tell you that he and Fire Moon are out this morning and you should stay here in the room … for your own safety,” He tells me.

“What does he mean by that?” I ask him.

Cana hums, ‘Our man is protective, it’s sweet.’

‘He is not our man’ I point out.

He glances at the door, like he is worried someone, probably Typhon, will hear him, “Some of the guys are a bit … rough. And they might not be big fans of you since you represent those who have mistreated them all their life.”

“But ….” I start.

“I gotta go, many things to do,” He quickly backs towards the d