Chapter 230
Drio dropped his napkin and swore. Leo's fork clanged against the china plate. I could swear that even the restaurant dimmed, conversations petering out around us as the candles fluttered nervously.
"Lovely, Nee." Leo topped me up. "Only happy drunk girl allowed tonight."
"Sorry. The saying just popped into my head. And well, let's face it, we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. We never know." I raised my glass in cheers. "I know it's sappy, but there's no one else I'd rather be with."
Drio was the first to clink his glass to mine.
Rohan took my hand. "We're gonna make it." I didn't know if he meant us personally or the general us versus them, but either way, I agreed.
Drio slurped an oyster. "Let me tell you about the time I had to track a lunatic troll from Oslo to Rome." Soon he'd swept the somber mood away with his witty tale. I never thought I'd hear about Drio in a fur coat disrupting a Vatican tour by climbing out of a sewer, but here we were.