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Ariana came to pick us up immediately, eyeing the two of us skeptically.

“Do you need me to call up your butler, Mr. Alexakis-Caron.”

“Please don’t.” he sighed dreadfully, “I’m a thirty-year-old man who hasn’t needed him in five years.”

“As you wish.”

The ride was silent but warm. I’d shed the overcoat and placed it neatly on the backrest of the passenger seat