“Great, you’ve found him. Should he be put—” Dawes checks himself as if he’s remembered Evander has ears. “What?” Laurie says. “Put him back in his cell?” Dawes rubs at his temples. “Laurence. I swear, I’m—” “Not in front of the baby,” Laurie says. Evander straightens in his chair, lightning flaring hot in his chest. “I’m not a baby.” “I was talking about me,” Laurie says calmly, “but okay.”
