The Doctor and the Addict
Graden blinked at the brick of the Fergus mansion, turning the texture over and over in his mind, the roughness of the fired clay, the moss in the cracks. This was the best his vision had been in days, maybe weeks. He’d really cut back recently and he had better focus to show for it—as well as a nasty headache and a steadily worsening temper.
He wasn’t really expecting Evander to appear at the door, but he was still disappointed when the butler returned. The man undoubtedly knew who he was but wouldn’t look at him.
“I’m afraid Mr. Fergus is in Jewylle on Ilben proper, at the family home there. Would you like me to take down a message?”
“No,” said Graden, and gritted his teeth when he saw the expression of relief on the man’s face. No one liked bothering with h
