With a blade of grass clamped between his teeth, Victor snorted with laughter, continued to look at the sky, and asked carelessly, “Are you moved?

“Thank you,” Estelle uttered in a soft voice.

“You don’t need to thank me. I didn’t buy it,” Victor said, “And you don’t have to try to smoke me out. I won’t tell you where we are. There’s no pharmacy nearby. I brought it back from Hadale on our way back.”

“You didn’t buy it? Then who bought it?” Estelle asked.

Deeply ...