“You could spend your time worrying, sure.” Jason grinned, despite the winds and the rain hitting the windows, creating terrifying noises one could find only in a nightmare. All he could think about was Nick and where he was, hoping that his younger brother had made it to one of the safe locations. “Or you could come join me and have a drink. Sounds like a better idea, don’t you think?”
Elbows braced against the bar and resting his forehead against tented hands, Amadeus sat in silence as the bar bustled behind him. The storm brought a level of stress and anxiety he hadn’t seen within East End’s citizens in a while. It seemed almost capable of eclipsing the terror of the Dragovićs. Perhaps because it seemed less likely that anyone had the power to stop such a storm. Personally, he was more stressed out about Prospero’s whereabouts and the state of the vardo than his own life. He’d rather die than never see that damn cat or yellow caravan again. Opening a eye and looking as a tall blonde male walked over inviting him for a drink, Amadeus had thought about rebuffing him almost immediately. But given what was happening... A drink sounded nice. “Sure, whatever,” he said in a sigh. “What are we having?”
