“I heard you talking about Maya, and I decided to approach you,” Jean said, waving the drink around like a drunk. We couldn't get drunk, because our metabolism was totally different, but there were ways to solve that: herbs. From what I knew of Jean, he was an active user of them, and I couldn't judge; after all, I also used to use them after a while of drinking them straight.
“And what have you got to do with my sister?” Edmon asked, visibly annoyed by his presence. “By the way, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be staying out of trouble after all the trouble you've caused?” he asked wryly. Jean's fame was known throughout the city. Few people liked him, and I felt terrible for fitting into the count of those who didn't.
“I was just passing by and overheard your conversation,” he s
