Chapter 23
It was a rumble that woke Stefan in the morning.
For a split second, he thought it was thunder, or a lorry in the narrow street outside. But then the pitch changed, and he realised Yannis was playing the bass downstairs.
Stefan stretched out in the empty sheets, and listened.
He didn’t recognise the tune, but it was something of a classical bent. He could imagine that sombre face turned down towards the strings, and the shiver of his wrist as a C rolled out through the house in a trembling groan.
Yannis would look beautiful.
He always looked beautiful when he was playing, Stefan decided. Perhaps he was naturally sombre and severe, but there was something else beating beneath the surface. The thing that Daz loved. The reason they were together. Stefan had thought, in those
