"It's a state, dumbass," Kavinsky said, a bit of a small and a laugh in place because he couldn't imagine somewhere where the whole state of Virginia just didn't exist.

He stayed by the door, surprised by his own anxiety about a room set up remarkably like the torture rooms. Cain was looking at him, and he leaned casually against the door frame like there was no bother.

"You done?" he asked. "I think there's a glory hole in the next one. We can pretend we don't know each other." They didn't, of course. "Davay*."


(*Come on)