Chapter 58

He tucked the note under the door, and turned tail.

“If he weren’t a belligerent twat—you know, before he gave me CPR and found out he kissed a queer,” Luca said in hushed tones as they hastily retreated, Aaron’s fingers back around his elbow. “Before then? He was alright. Bit quiet, but I…I kinda liked him. I think he needs…I dunno, I think he just needs help.”

“You want to help the guy who threatened to gut you?”

“Slit my throat, technically.”

“Fucking hell!”

“But…yeah?”

“You,” Aaron said seriously, “are the fucked up one. And by the way? Me ‘n’ Tav are gonna sort out a fucking guard or something because you have no sense of self-preservation, or…”

Luca let him rant, turning over the little hints Jack had inadvertently dropped in his head, and wondering.

Wondering if he’d done the right thing, and wondering if it would or could change anything at all. 18: “You need to get serious.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Luca said.