The more Matthias spoke, the more questions Damen had to hold at bay. He couldn't imagine who would join him here, not when he hadn't chosen to come here himself. Would anyone be looking for him? Would Laurent assume he'd been taken or that he'd run? Would he care?

Frowning, Damen stared at the shoes adorning Matthias's feet with unfocused eyes.

When he glanced up again, Matthias was ushering him back out of the room and, dumbly, Damen followed. 'You know the person who makes them?' he asked, testing the feel of the borrowed shoes on his own feet with every step. 'And how do I find this money? This bank?'