Fortunately, the amount of time Blake had to spend at the mansion this time was basically half of what it had been during his previous visit.
That alone felt like a blessing.
'I'm so sleepy...'
Blake yawned so hard that his eyes watered.
Truthfully, Myles was entirely responsible for that.
The man had barely let him sleep, not even two hours!
Every time Blake finally began drifting off, Myles would somehow find a reason to make noise. Sometimes he wanted to talk, sometimes he wanted Blake's attention.
And sometimes, for reasons Blake still couldn't understand, Myles would suddenly become interested in discussing something completely random in the middle of the night.
At one point, Blake had seriously considered putting a pillow over his head.
He yawned again.
'And to think today is Alexander's birthday...'
Blake looked half dead.
He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar and examining his reflection.
