"You saw it yourself. I have no tea, no coffee, though I do have plenty of chairs."
Angel invited in the "Provoker," who looked as though he had not slept for a day and a night, and watched him collapse into the nearest chair.
"Sorry. If I had any other choice, I wouldn't have come to visit you." Dominic had lost his usual sharpness. With his head hanging low, he said, "I found where you lived back when you were renting that safe house. This time, I waited nearby and followed you to your new safe house. If I hadn't been worried that there would be too many people in the daytime and I'd be recognized easily, I would have knocked long ago."
"Rather than the stalking, I'm more curious why you're still in Backlund. Weren't you supposed to sail out last week, take Sonia to the Rorsted Archipelago you'd been dreaming about, and settle down in Bayam?"
Angel pulled over a chair and sat opposite him. This place had only just been rented. There was no tea, much less coffee or hot water. Besides, even if there had been, she had not intended to serve this uninvited guest.
"I was planning to leave as soon as I got those 600 pounds. Even though it was less than I expected..." Dominic paused, glancing at Angel before continuing, "...it was still enough to live in Bayam. But Sonia said she wanted to see her uncle one last time before leaving. The relative who got himself locked up. He took care of Sonia for a while when she was little."
"Yesterday, we went to the West Borough to visit him. After we returned to our place in the East Borough, Sonia packed our things while I went to the Steam Train Station