Chapter Forty

Tristan opened one eye then the other and the first thing he remembered was Cesar calling him “son” which made him frown. He heard a noise come from somewhere in the room and turned his head to look. It was Cesar asleep on the sofa but he was restless as if he was trying to get comfortable but Tristan knew it wasn’t that, not when he was calling someone for help.

The man was probably having a nightmare. He knew a thing or two about that.

“Sir!”. Tristan called from his bed.

His voice was probably loud enough to have woken Cesar up or maybe he just woke up by himself breathing heavily and sweating.

“Are you okay sir?”. Tristan asked.

Cesar shook his head then turned to look at Tristan in surprise. He was disoriented at first before he realized where he was and why he was there.

“Hey kid". His voice sounded groggy so he cleared his throat and tried again. "How’re you feeling?”.

“Like hell.” He said.

Cesar chuckled. “It’ll get better.” He stood up and stretched. "God this sofa is so unc