Chapter 6
Lucas Arpini was surprisingly good company.
No, that was a bit unfair. Good wasn’t adequate, though surprisingly certainly applied. Without the barriers of fleeing for their lives, or musing over mysterious secret abilities that gave more than the impression of a savant, Ian was able to relax enough to appreciate the sharp, quick humor the man had displayed from the start. Lucas was well-traveled, too, with stories from everywhere he’d been. Dinner at the dimly lit bar they’d chosen literally flew by.
He vaguely remembered stumbling back into their hotel room. Alcohol had numbed the pain in his ankle, but that served only to confuse him further when his foot refused to behave the way he expected it to. Lucas caught him from falling—it seemed he was doing that quite a bit today
