I've been sick

[Dorian]

Cruz took Rachel upstairs to his room. The sitting room was still horrid but it was at least toned down with the ghastly wall paper removed. It was the only thing that he and his father had done with the house. Why grandfather had wanted them to live here was beyond him - probably some sort of revenge scheme.

Studying sucked. But he knew he had to do it. Rachel flipped through the channels while Cruz tried to focus on his studies, but he gave up when the day turned into night. Cruz smiled at Rachel. "There is a room across the hall you can use. I'm tired, and Dad said that the guy would be here bright and early. We should probably get some sleep."

****

Morning came and the world looked a little brighter. It wasn't a mess at first sight. The sun had come up. Cruz felt awake. He practiced reaching for is new found gift like Ivan told him, but he had no idea what it was even good for, he just kept practicing. It was like going to the gym, by the time he'd finished he was sweating and needed a shower.

Pavlo had already made breakfast by the time that Cruz came down stairs. Waffles and bacon with an assorted array of jams, jellys, syrups and fruits to go with it. Cruz was impressed.

The only thing left to do now was wait for his visitor. Cruz wasn't even sure if his father came home last night.