CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Jet awoke to the clanging sound outside of his window. He burst upright hastily. He groggily made his way towards the window to open it for the little crow, thinking that he had forgotten to leave it open the night before.
But what was outside his window was not a crow and definitely not Ao. It was a regular pigeon that was playing on his windowsill. His blood ran cold as he turned around to Ao's bed to see it was empty. He rushed outside his room, bursting into the living room where Alec was sitting, watching the news.
The older man looked up at Jet's noisy entrance. He sipped his cup but remained unperturbed nonetheless. He was getting used to it. He returned his gaze back towards the news as Jet run around the house. He could hear the younger man scrambling around.
