"Betty is also aware that Jack is behind Mark's capture," Raphael told Alex as they settled down for the night, trying to keep his voice low beneath the canvas of the tent.
Alex didn't look up from the small pile of gear he was rearranging. "How do you know?" he asked.
"I overheard them earlier," Raphael said, quiet and blunt. "Before you came back."
Alex's jaw tightened. He reached into his bag and produced the little bottle Blade had given him. The cheap liquor glinted in the dim lantern light.
'I want to forget how pissed off I am,' he thought, twisting the cap off.
"What are you going to do with that?" Raphael asked.
"Drink," Alex said flatly, and tipped the bottle back. The first swallow warmed his chest; the second loosened his shoulders a little. He shut his eyes and drank again while Raphael watched, expression unreadable.
"You've changed a lot, Alex," Raphael said after a long pause.
