I reached out with a shaking hand to the crystal ewer on the table. I clenched it. It clinked and rattled against the glass as I poured cool, sparkling water into it. Maeve’s smile grew sharper. “Harry,” Billy said, his voice uncertain. “Didn’t you just say something bad about—you know, taking food or drink from fa—uh, from these people?” I put the pitcher down and picked up the glass of water. Jen rubbed her cheek against Maeve’s thigh and murmured, “They never really change, do they?” “No,” Maeve said. “The males all fall to the same thing. Isn’t it delicious?” I unbuttoned the fly in my
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