Chapter 38
Whatever Yannis intended, it didn’t happen immediately.
For the rest of the day, Stefan was merely locked back to the mantelpiece and left to his own devices. Yannis went to class in the afternoon. Daz seemed to be making a food explosion in the kitchen. Someone came to the door, and went away again.
Stefan, by now a little more used to his restricted lifestyle, dozed on the rug and hoped for some use in the evening. He wanted to celebrate the referrals, but knew better than to ask Daz for anything special.
So he dozed, and waited, and held onto the excitement and the hope until it could find an outlet.
But it gave way to nerves when Yannis finally came home.
He arrived in a car, and there was another person—a woman, by the high tone—helping bang things in the hall. Then s
