12: Sixine
I ignore my alarm clock ringing. It’s not as if I still had cases to plead or clients to see, they all deserted when the rumour of a proceeding against me spread. At first, only my sorcerer clients turned away. But, although I did everything to camouflage it, the gap in my diary had a disastrous snowball effect: my reputation took a hit. Since then, the office has seen no clients of mine. They are definitely about to put an end to my partnership. It’s time to take advantage of unpaid leave. But since I’m awake, I might as well get up. I have not slept enough. I need a coffee and paracetamol to recover from my adventures of the previous night and not sink into melancholy again. As if the situation wasn’t complicated enough already, Jaxon didn’t come home. And as usual, I tossed and turne
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