They're all laughter and loose limbs and wild excitement, colliding stars in a night sky that's been dangerous this whole time, dangerous and dark. Jiang feels absolutely electric.

He puts his cock away and slides into the front seat again, roaring the engine back to life. He checks his phone; texts from Skov, and Kavinsky. They noticed they'd both ducked out, but there's no sign that they noticed they ducked out together.

"You want beer, at our pit stop? I've got my fake on me."