Each day becomes worse whenever I leave the tavern. Dominik and Kamora have taken to staying in the building as much as possible, Kam staying in one of the spare rooms. Zephyr continues to go out, spending money and flirting with women whenever I see him.
When I notice a guard eyeing him suspiciously, I grab Zephyr and drag him back to the tavern. “You need to be more careful,” I scold him.
He rolls his eyes. “And stay holed up with the others? For how long? I have needs, you know.”
“Your need should be to stay alive,” I say. I open the tavern door and shove Zephyr inside. “You don’t notice how everyone looks at you?”
“I notice,” he says, shrugging. “But I don’t care. Most people aren’t courageous enough to accuse someone of being a dr—”
A hand slams down on Zephyr’s shoulder, and he yelps. Dominik stands behind him, glaring. “Watch your tongue,” he warns, nodding his head at the few customers that sit at the bar.