Duke sat in one of the chairs at the far end of the Gull’s deck, nursing his bottle. Ouzo. This was what happened when you grabbed blindly. But at least the taste of licorice would help wash away the phantom taste of blood from his mouth.

He didn't look up at Octavia when she came out. Just kept staring out over the water.

"I thought I said 'leave'."

Octavia stopped dead in her tracks. Duke took a long sip from the bottle.

“Is it true?” he asked. “Did you force people to eat each other?”