"Coming here?" Felix's voice climbed a register, and he clenched one fist where he hoped Aaron couldn't see, digging his nails into his palm to re-focus himself. "No. No, impossible. I can't be arrested here. They can't..."

A stab of bewildered fear shot through him, and he tightened his fist, his nails almost drawing blood now. "My registered address is still Shannon's flat."