Beside me, Seb cut an absurd figure against the peaceful maritime scene. While I’d opted for shorts and a light jumper, he stood rigid in his black coat and waistcoat, clutching an umbrella like some Victorian gentleman on a pleasure cruise. The sight nearly broke my concentration. “You look ridiculous,” I said. “I’m a vampire next to the world’s most reflective light source.” “It’s sunset.” “UV rays are surprisingly persistent.” He twirled the umbrella.
