"Do I get to have a drink if I take this?" Elisha asked, squinting at the bottle. "Because right now I'd rather have a whiskey than a pill." It had been a shitkicker of a day, and somehow it looked like Hadyn could still beat knocking a blowpipe against his right wrist.

He'd learned early on, though, not to ask what happened during a shift when Hadyn came in looking hollow. Hadyn couldn't really talk about it. The better option was to be a distraction.