‘It won’t be the same; I’ll make sure of that. If you came back, I can promise it would be different.’

‘You got a cage big enough to keep that locked up indefinitely?’ I nod towards Alexi, who seems to be pacing the other room and watching the carpenter at the window, trying not to look in here and failing. He appears restless and antsy, which is another unusual state for him. Not that I care anymore.

I don’t know how to read him, but I can tell something is off ...