Chapter 10Venkat
Venkat wasn’t actually sure that he was ready. He fidgeted in the back seat of the car, glancing out the window as the city disappeared over the bridge behind them, then at the back of Ty’s driver’s seat. He had the sound guard up, at John’s request. In case Venkat wanted to talk on the way there.
He did. He desperately wanted to talk. Just—not about the doctor.
“Vee,” John started after a few moments of silence. He leaned over and took Venkat’s hand in his, making it seem delicate and tiny. It wasn’t, of course—he had long, strong fingers from decades of playing. But it was somehow reassuring to see them disappear into John’s larger, equally string-calloused hands. John said, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” He was. The warm energetic flow from John, golden and delic
