Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
The cigarette box was strangely uncooperative. Janus made an abrupt motion and threw it in Atticus' direction, then he put his hands out of sight between his knees. His eyes were steady though, and visible like the edge of his nose and chin. "This isn't 'up and down.' I didn't look like I was hungover. I looked dead. Like one of your ghosts." He didn't say "his" ghosts. He said "your."