The room sizzled with low tension as Finlay leaned against the counter, a bottle of water in one hand and a pill bottle in the other. His actions were deliberate, almost too casual, but Luciana's sharp eyes didn't miss the strain in his posture.
"You shouldn't be here," Luciana said calmly but firmly.
"I'm fine," Finlay replied, popping two pills into his mouth and washing them down with water. "You need me."
"What I need," Luciana shot back, stepping closer, "is for you to be honest with me. How long have you been relying on those?"
He chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Don't start, Luciana. We've got bigger problems."
"And you're one of them if you can't stay sharp," she returned icily.
Deacon came in, but stopped when he felt the tension in the room. "Am I interrupting so
