"I was about to suggest the same thing," Silver says promptly, and there's a mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his face as he downs the rest of his drink. The only thing he's not looking forward to is getting up and walking down those fucking steps.

Christ, why do mansions like this have to be so fucking big.

"You can come up with a great story about how I kidnapped you for ransom if your family worries, I promise to back up every word. There's a tavern where we're staying that has cheap rum and the food is barely tolerable. It's perfect."