12-01-2014, 06:32 AM
Claire asked him what he wanted but he had little chance to actually say anything before she had already ordered. It suited him fine enough in his present condition. A piece of stale bread would suit him fine enough, and had done so too often over the years.
Perhaps he would have been angry - perhaps should have been - that Claire was so casual about their safety. He had done everything he could to ensure they could not be tracked easily, take-out meals would not be the death of him or his friends.
Yet, all he could muster in his drained state was a mild reproach. "It's not just my life you are playing with, but your own. Still, I doubt fast-food will be our downfall, I forgive you."
Her question was answered on the heels of the sardonic forgiveness. "I am a dead man, I told you. That's why you must be so attracted to me."
A small laugh. "I haven't told you because you wouldn't know. I am the first son of the Soloyov family. We used to be as rich and powerful as any of those rich and powerful bastards in Moscow. Until I learned our little secret."
His laugh was painful both mentally and physically. "Ten years later, here I am, as dead to the world as my family is. Purged from memory, and those who could remember would never admit we even existed."
Perhaps he would have been angry - perhaps should have been - that Claire was so casual about their safety. He had done everything he could to ensure they could not be tracked easily, take-out meals would not be the death of him or his friends.
Yet, all he could muster in his drained state was a mild reproach. "It's not just my life you are playing with, but your own. Still, I doubt fast-food will be our downfall, I forgive you."
Her question was answered on the heels of the sardonic forgiveness. "I am a dead man, I told you. That's why you must be so attracted to me."
A small laugh. "I haven't told you because you wouldn't know. I am the first son of the Soloyov family. We used to be as rich and powerful as any of those rich and powerful bastards in Moscow. Until I learned our little secret."
His laugh was painful both mentally and physically. "Ten years later, here I am, as dead to the world as my family is. Purged from memory, and those who could remember would never admit we even existed."