VAREK
My nose was still throbbing.
I'd set it myself in the bathroom twenty minutes after Draven walked away, which was not the first time I'd had to do that and probably wouldn't be the last, but it was the first time Draven had been the one to put it crooked and that was sitting in my chest in a way I couldn't shake loose. I pressed two fingers along the bridge of it and felt the tenderness and exhaled through my mouth and told myself to let it go.
I couldn't let it go.
I was still turning it over when Grave found me and dragged me up to the balcony where Garrick had apparently decided to spend his evening communing with the night air like some kind of philosopher king. Lockjaw was already up there, legs stretched out, boots crossed at the ankle, looking like a man who had genuinely
