Chapter 64

• Meruv moved around the living room like a man on a mission. He set up the game console with an efficiency that said he’d done this a hundred times, and from who-knows-where, he produced bags of snacks fruit jelly, potato chips, even dried fish like we were prepping for an all-nighter at a teenager’s sleepover.
• Then he disappeared into his wine cellar and emerged with a bottle of something dark and expensive. Of course he had good taste in alcohol. It was one of the only grown-up things about him.
• By the time he rolled up his sleeves and dropped cross-legged onto the floor, controller in hand, he looked ready to declare war.