Florian was not impressed by this offering. “Why would you think I wanted this?” he demanded when he saw it, covering his mouth with a handkerchief. “I thought you could use it as … research samples? To track the progress of the plague?” “Johann, you don’t … you don’t understand anything.” Florian sighed and ground his palm between his eyes. “You realize that you’ve just caused us more trouble?” Johann rocked back and forth on his heels. “You know me, sweetheart. I live to serve.” Florian let out an ungraceful snort. His look of utter, familiar disdain was so pretty that Johann couldn’t help
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