Annecy was here. My former maid, my friend, my sister from another mister was here.

She was dressed like the rest of them, wearing heavy-looking boots and mountaineer clothes, but she was just as gorgeous as before and seemed right at home as a Rihanna lookalike maid discovering her inner cowgirl. She even had a whip coiled at her hip, for fuck's sake.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

A sob rose up in my throat and scraped out too loudly, but I was beyond caring. I threw ...