The window in his room was broken, a branch from the tree outside caught in the dismembered glass, bringing with it a remembrance of what he had believed to be gunfire, the sound which had sent him into the night to Torben’s door. He felt foolish now, that the tox-induced paranoia had led him to think he was somehow worth the expense of a rare bullet when there were easier ways, cheaper ways, to accomplish his death if that was someone’s goal. A hammer, some nails, and a hemp towel left where it had fallen after his last bath, would serve to block out most of the chilling wind until the window could be properly fixed. It did not occur to him, as he pounded the first two spikes into the plaster wall, that the noise of it would attract the attention of anyone at this hour of the night. Donn had switched rooms, after all, to a larger suite befitting a man and his wife, and with Jonni gone, there was only Quentin who might be disturbed. Nik gave that man no thought at all…until he paused to rub his thumb absently over the jagged edge of broken glass. A single knock and the door opened, and Nik, in his surprise and the lingering edges of paranoia, turned quickly to see who had come to kill him. He had forgotten to lock the door. He expected it to be Quentin. The sting across his thumb and the smear of red it left behind on the glass went unnoticed. “Thought you were dead too!” Donn exclaimed, barging across the room to clutch his twin against him.
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The window in his room was broken, a branch from the tree outside caught in the dismembered glass, bringing with it a remembrance of what he had believed to be gunfire, the sound which had sent him into the night to Torben’s door. He felt foolish now, that the tox-induced paranoia had led him to think he was somehow worth the expense of a rare bullet when there were easier ways, cheaper ways, to accomplish his death if that was someone’s goal. A hammer, some nails, and a hemp towel left where it had fallen after his last bath, would serve to block out most of the chilling wind until the window could be properly fixed. It did not occur to him, as he pounded the first two spikes into the plaster wall, that the noise of it would attract the attention of anyone at this hour of the night. Donn had switched rooms, after all, to a larger suite befitting a man and his wife, and with Jonni gone, there was only Quentin who might be disturbed.
Nik gave that man no thought at all…until he paused to rub his thumb absently over the jagged edge of broken glass. A single knock and the door opened, and Nik, in his surprise and the lingering edges of paranoia, turned quickly to see who had come to kill him.
He had forgotten to lock the door. He expected it to be Quentin.
The sting across his thumb and the smear of red it left behind on the glass went unnoticed.
“Thought you were dead too!” Donn exclaimed, barging across the room to clutch his twin against him.