24
Dryas
By the time I finally return to the apartment, trudging up the stairs, it is dark outside. It took a while to convince the Interlaken police that I wasn’t going to kill anyone. It involved paying quite a large fine and swearing that I was fine, I was definitely not going to kill my brother as soon as I saw him again.
I didn’t encounter Damen on the way out of the station or on the brief ride back, which is a blessing of a sort. Swinging the front door to the apartment open, I find Rue on the same brown leather couch Damen fell on earlier. She looks frightened out of her mind.
Before I can say anything at all, she jumps in. “You came back.”
The relief in her voice is almost palpable. Did she think I would abandon her here?
“Of course, I did.” It comes out gruffer than I inten
