Chapter 7
While making Dane submit to him had felt good in the moment, Sean was left pacing awkwardly now. Rope returned to its place, Lair tidied, his own mind turned over and over to block out the silence. He felt guilty for calling Dane out on his s**t when Sean hadn’t even bothered to tell him about his birthday, about the secret space beneath the Lair.
Sean sighed, wandered to the shelf of booze to select a quick drink. His initiation was over. Time to bring up the things he’d been putting off.
“You look glummer than usual,” said Ned, suddenly sitting on Dane’s desk, feet resting on the chair. “Dane insult you where it hurt?”
Sean smiled a little, had a drink of vodka.
“It’s more that at some point procrastination becomes lying.”
“Then tell him,” said Ned, like it was the most o
