Chapter 12Crowds like this, Seb could almost forget. Forget all the nights he couldn’t sleep, forget the life he’d left behind, forget haunting blue eyes that adored and condemned him in a single blink. He could flirt and tease, joke and commiserate without having to worry about how the pitch was playing. When his job became about the entertainment, he became one of them, a livelier voice at the party perhaps, but a friend, confidant, ally, standing at the periphery of the Other rather than leading them to it like some damn mythological ferryman.
Watching them file through the entrance, leaving him behind with his stage at his heels, was always the hardest part.
Seb rolled his neck, grimacing against the stink of his sweat that no amount of cheap cologne could mask. He’d been lax about l
