“Are you going to kill me?” Sol asked. Lok raised a brow, then rested his chin on his hand like he was thinking about it. “Do I need to?” “No,” Sol replied carefully. Lok nodded, then bid us both good night and left. Sol and I stood in the living room watching him retreat to one of the other houses. I broke the silence first. “He didn’t answer the question.” “No.” Sol sighed. “No, he did not.”
