“What?” He’s never had a face for cards, and it’s plain as day that the question’s taken him blind. Exasperation and faint amusement swim into his expression as he recomposes. “Saints, no. We’re not dead. It’s more of a headache than that.”
But — Anthony’s dead, and he’s not the only one. And why leap to murder? His hands unconsciously drift to his pockets, lingering uneasily over the rubies hidden there.
no subject
“What?” He’s never had a face for cards, and it’s plain as day that the question’s taken him blind. Exasperation and faint amusement swim into his expression as he recomposes. “Saints, no. We’re not dead. It’s more of a headache than that.”
But — Anthony’s dead, and he’s not the only one. And why leap to murder? His hands unconsciously drift to his pockets, lingering uneasily over the rubies hidden there.
:Perhaps you should answer my question first.: