DRAVEN
The guys were pissed at me and they weren't hiding it.
Grave kept shooting looks in my direction every few minutes, the kind that said we are going to have a very long conversation about this later and meant every word of it. Varek was worse — he wasn't even subtle about it, just stood there with his arms crossed and his jaw set and his eyes burning a hole through the side of my face like he could make me feel guilty through sheer force of will. He couldn't. I'd known Varek since we were nineteen years old running from consequences neither of us had the sense to avoid, and the man had never once successfully guilted me into anything.
I looked away from both of them and picked up my coffee.
"You know what they did to me?" Yilena was saying, pointing across the site with the casua
