By six in the evening, the light coming through the windows of the small house had gone amber and low, and Evan had finished telling his story.
Noah sat across from him with his elbows on his knees and his jaw tight, the kind of stillness that comes from trying very hard not to say the first several things that come to mind. When Evan finished, Noah let out a long breath through his nose.
"Those absolute sons of," he said, and left it there.
"I'm not planning to come back," Evan said, with a short, humorless laugh. He wrapped both hands around his tea and looked at the table. "Ever, if I can help it."
"I'll contact the consulate," Noah said, reaching for his phone. "Get them to send someone for you. In the meantime, don't go out. The Blake family has people all over this district. If t
