XXVII

Jesse stirred awake, a draft of wind blowing on his hair and his bare shoulders. He was lying on his stomach, half of his face was buried on the pillow. He tiredly raised his head slowly opened an eyelid, squinting as the light hit his pupils.

The huge almost floor-to-ceiling window in his bedroom was slightly unhinged. He felt a little hot, his neck and clavicles were a bit moist from perspiration. It must be noon already, he thought, wi