The next morning, Ellin woke up with the sun. His night's sleep wasn't deep after all that time he slept yesterday, so it wasn't even surprising. With a yawn, he got out of his sleeping bag and looked around. Last night, he made his bed on the floor in the living room, opposite of Victor's couch, while Xia took Eve's sleeping bag and went to sleep in the bedroom.
On the couch, Victor stirred. In the next moment, his dark eyes caught Ellin's, and the latter felt nervous sweat gathering on his brow. "Sorry, Mister Kraust," he said in a low voice, "I didn't mean to wake you!"
Victor didn't reply. Instead, he silently sat up on the coach and began to clear up his bed. Ellin decided it was his best opportunity to escape this man's oppressing presence. Not only was he their host, one who graciously gave up his bed for a wounded woman and suffered on the coach that was too short for his long legs—he was simply too scary to offend.
