“No, and no, and no–” and so on and so forth, because of course that nothing was ever good enough for Viago. To himself, Lux thought the other man was antsy because they’d been cooped up for days. Nex was standing next to Viago as the man was collecting the dough they’d separated on th...

“Lux,” Viago said, paused for the drama of it, waited for Lux to turn around, and then said again: “Lux.” And once again, to drive in how serious he was: “Lux, seriously. Tell me you checked the weather before we got here. Tell me you did.” “I did?” Lux confirmed, but his tone said it all. He did not. And now Viago had to murder one of his favourite, closest friends. And he only had two of those! “How is this my fault?” “Your— how is this you...