Zechariah’s eyes raised to the giant, nude portrait of his wife not far from them, and then back to Darius.

Called it. And now he called him ‘friend’ because he thought that they had putted in the same hole.

“It is difficult to resist beauty,” he said, ‘sympathetically’.

This was a weird reaction for having boned his apparent lover. Especially when they both had seemed so into each other – Sonia had been touching his face, and Darius … Darius had fled.

Ah. Maybe not that into her. Zechariah helped himself to a seat across from Darius.

“Or is that not the case here?”

He needed to know for his novel, after all.