There were many rooms on the second floor, and after passing by several locked doors he couldn't open, Danny finally found one that yielded easily beneath his hand.
This house was far too big for just two people to live in, absurdly so. The moment he stepped inside, the bedroom stretched wide and open, and on the bed lay a man fast asleep, peaceful in his slumber. It was Suga.
Danny moved quietly, careful not to wake his brother, as he stepped closer. Watching the gentle rise and fall of his brother's breathing, just as Zion had said, he seemed fine. Danny's gaze traced from the crown of his head down to the tips of his toes— not a single wound in sight. A soft breath of relief escaped him.
