“Hey, Owen?”
Owen murmured a sound that didn’t even come close to a “what.”
“Did you love him?”
Owen didn’t bother pretending not to know who Sebastian referred to. “Yes.”
Outside a car drove past with the kind of slow droll of engine that suggested either familiarity or danger. Nightfall was starting to take over the streets. Very soon the flow of traffic would be replaced by the sharp shards of laughter, the rant of an angry shout, or the too-loud flailing of some poor soul arguing with itself. That was one thing Owen had learned very quickly as he’d listened to the night that happened within the city limits: that nothing happened part of the way after dark fell. No one was just a little bit anything—one was either jubilant or distraught, either furious or besotted. It was as if blac
