Chapter 79
He took my glass, knocking back a long slug, before pressing it back into my hand. "This is a bold move. It might be the thing to crack Samson's facade. Spin it as wanting to get signed by his management company. Figure out what he's up to from that angle." Rohan stared at the sunburst for another brief, intense moment, then snorted. "Jesus."
Sure, I was pleased, but I'd expected more of a fight. Much more. I gave him a once-over, noting the brush of purple under his half-open eyes, and the lines of fatigue sketching his face as he lay on the couch next to me. It was a little too languorous to be just tiredness, a little too carefully disguised to be careless partying. "How you doing there, tiger?" I asked.
Rohan took a breath, looked at me, then looked away. When his smile came back, it was a bit strained, and it seemed like he'd been on the verge of saying something else. "I'd forgotten..."