“But does he cut your meat for you? My sister tries to do that for me to this day. First time I had a whole steak, I had no idea what to do with it.”
Without warning, he felt a presence approaching. Before Syn was seen, he heard him.
Hadrian stood up and moved a third chair to their table.
Syn hesitated as he neared them. “I hate when you and Nero do that.”
He laughed. “Can’t help it.”
Syn straddled the chair and put his arms over the back. “Have a nice nap?”
“Just fried our brains.”
Ignoring Jayne’s comment, Syn took the bottle that was on the table and read the label. “Ooo, good stuff.” He uncorked the bottle and picked up Jayne’s glass before pouring himself a liberal drink.
He knocked it back in one impressive gulp. “Ah!” Then he turned his attention to Hadrian. “I have a name.”
“Mordacity Pride?”
“Stay out of my head!”
Hadrian smiled. “Didn’t have to go there.”
Syn scowled. “Don’t fuck with the drunk guy. You never know how we’ll react.”
Laughing, Jayne scratched her cheek. “His brother just called. He must have told him.”
“Then what did you need me for?”
Hadrian winked. “Comic relief.”
“Ha ha.” Syn made an obscene gesture at Hadrian. “Then can I crawl back into my hole?”
“Do you have an address?”
“For the hole where I live? None that I give out.”
Hadrian snorted. “You know what I mean.”
“Address, birth registration, permits. You name it, I found it.”
Of course, he did. That was what Syn did best. Jayne would salute him with her drink, but he’d taken it from her and appeared to have no interest in returning it.
“Want to hand that address over, buddy?” Hadrian asked.
Syn poured himself more Tondarion Fire. “Not now.”
“Pardon?”
“If Nero knows about this and her, we should let Nero handle it.”
Hadrian pulled a small e-tablet out and began making a note. “All good. I have it. Your memory is impressive.” He stood up.
Syn grabbed his arm. “No. No! Bad idea. Why would you leave good alcohol to go chasing down someone your brother will find first?”
“Personal satisfaction.”
Syn scoffed. “Overrated.”
