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I kiss him on the cheek, slip out of the car, and hurriedly walk home.

I open the door to go inside, but the light is on in the kitchen, and I’m greeted by Jeanne’s puzzled face.

And a bunch of white orchids, tossed carelessly on the table, as if it were an unkempt broom.

– What…? – I want to ask a question, but I stop talking because I notice the “answer” sitting at the table.

– I told Lord Shad’Far that you were already… resting… – Jeanne tries to warn him, but when he starts to rise and literally fill all the available space, he immediately shuts up and huddles against the cupboard with the dishes.

The damned moonshiner just keeps getting up and getting down.

His powerful figure, armored in a black suit, must be six feet tall. And I want to punch him, too, because even I, at six foot four, have to hold my head up to look into his silver, like all moonshiners, gaze. This one, though, has eyes with a slight steely blue that begin to darken rapidly when he looks at me, puffing up like thunderclouds.