“I’ve been fucking Bellamy Sandry?” Rakos asks, dazed. “Yes, you’ve—” Vana’s eyes grow enormous. Daromir drops the key. “You’ve been what?” “Never mind.” Rakos slumps back in the chair, head spinning. “That’s none of your business.” “Yes,” Vana says faintly. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that so neither of his brothers have cause to murder me.” “Oh, fuck.” Rakos feels faint too. “His brothers.”
