He glances around the darkened room and listens for any sounds from the bedrooms on the floor above. His step-father, Kevin, isn’t exactly the most laid back guy he has ever known. In fact, he’s the complete opposite. Kevin Young is a stickler for the rules, especially the ones he sets for his own household. Coming in well after the appointed curfew won’t go over well. Neither will showing up smelling of cheap whiskey and cigarettes. That isn’t exactly his fault though. His taste in alcohol is far better than the stuff his latest conquest was consuming tonight. After a moment of silence, Draven blows out a breath of relief. This went easier than I thought it would. He steps around the granite island and casts a glance toward the clock glowing over the stove. 3:43a.m. He’s home earlier than normal. Kevin has to give him props for that at least. “I suppose I should ask where you’ve been, but the truth is, I don’t really care,”
