Kersen.

[trustearned]

Michael did not know what to expect. Kersen had woken him up with a phone call, saying he had some news, but of what sort? At least he had not sounded injured, or upset. After pulling on some track bottoms and a tank top, Michael had made coffee, and it was dripping into the pot when Kersen knocked on the door. He went and opened it, moving out of the way for the vampire to come in.