"Let's go back to the hotel." Mikkel was spooked from the violence and the hotel terrace, near the others, suddenly felt better than being out in the open. Damien would wait to make sure they weren't followed but he recognized that the ginger's paranoid instincts were right, worth listening to in the future.

Mikkel snuggled up to Fredrik as they walked away. He was trying to smile but internally shaken. "Are you ok?"

He checked Fredrik's hair, petting the long strands.