That was all it took for Seel to give up those cigarettes, although he clutched at the box for a few more seconds as if it was life itself, and then handed them over to him. He wished he'd finished that damn cigarette now. Seel stared at the box, almost hungrily, but not stupid enough to reach for it back. He should have given them to Swift the moment he saw him, so it never reached this point. But he didn't, and now he was starting at that box like it was more important than their blood bond. He forced himself to look away.

"I don't know what that means, Swift." Seel hoped the look on his face was passive instead of panic.