“He’s my bodyguard,” Wylan said, clearly improvising wildly. “I can’t go anywhere without him. I’m not safe.”
“You’ll be very safe with us, sir.”
“No, I mean I won’t feel safe,” he babbled. “I need him. Otherwise I’ll have a panic attack. Oh, God. I think I feel one coming on, now. Matthias? Where are you, Matthias?”
Matthias’s face was pained. “I am here,” he said, in what had to have been the world’s least comforting show of emotional support.


















