“You’re impossible. Why should I expect that you would ever learn a single lesson?” He sighed, then flicked his wrist to force Johann to scoop him up bridal-style. Florian released his magical hold and flourished his hands, gesturing with drunken certainty in the direction of the Leickenbloom mansion. “Now, manservant, you may take me home.” “It is a credit to me as a ‘bodyguard’ that I don’t drop you right back in the mud, Boss.” “Don’t call me that.” “Sweetheart.” “Or that.” Is this it? Johann wondered. The longer fall I was looking for? To know that I was summoned up from the dark ether to
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