Chapter 12-1

Charles' POV "Charles...!" I blinked back into the room with a start, glancing up from the computer to find Jaxon stood behind my desk staring at me impatiently. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as it took me a moment to process how he could've gotten into my office without my realising, "Hey, when did you get here?" "Seriously? Like five minutes ago. You greeted me when I came in," He replied incredulously as I continued to stare at him in bewilderment. "... Wow, I need more coffee," I muttered, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up a bit. It was currently the morning after the cellar incident, and by some dumb miracle I'd actually managed to get some sleep last night. I don't know if it was the exhaustion of what happened with Ashley or the relief of gaining some ground with Evelyn; but someone up there must have pitied me enough because I actually managed to pass out on the couch and get a few solid hours of shut eye.