Adam offered to fetch Elliot a drink, as if Elliot had not got wise to the whole spitting in a drink and handing it to someone when he was five. Elliot called in reinforcements and beckoned Luke over. “Come sit,” he ordered. “Protect me from your cousin.” “He’s not exactly fearsome,” said Luke, but he sat willingly enough and kicked up his legs, boots propped against the other side of the frame, so his whole body formed a barrier between Elliot and possible Sunborn cousin incursions.
