Evander complained about the stiffness of his limbs the entire time they rode over to the Fergus mansion, hurriedly eating cheese sandwiches. The cheese was hard and the bread stale, but Benen was so hungry he didn’t much care. He sat across from Evander, in charge of keeping watch over him, which was easy enough to do. Benen liked looking at Evander, the precise way he held himself, his smooth, pale features. Well, he was getting a smattering of stubble now—in a pattern that showed he couldn’t grow a full beard, and Benen only realized he was smiling at that when Evander looked over and raised an eyebrow at him.
Benen stopped himself. Evander stretched a leg toward Benen, tapped Benen’s foot with his own. Benen kicked it.
“For f**k’s sake,” he growled. Thea was sitting right there, watc
