Remi POV
"Little hero."
Abel's voice. From down the corridor.
I walked faster.
"Little hero. Wait. I just want to—"
I turned the corner. Gone.
My head was pounding. The kind of pounding that started behind the eyes and spread everywhere and made light personally offensive.
You drank five drinks, Parrot said. Maybe six. I lost count after you started explaining the entire Nero situation to a stranger at the bar.
"She was sympathetic."
She was ordering ale. I told you that at the time.
"You could be more supportive right now."
I am supporting you. I'm not saying I told you so.
"You literally just—"
I said I'm NOT saying it. There's a difference. Drink water.
I drank water. It helped slightly. Not enough.
The guards at the east entrance straightened when they saw me coming. One
