Koran had gone to look for Erwan and this Nomely. As for me, I had taken refuge in my room to prepare my suitcase. Besides, it had been a good quarter of an hour that I lay stretched out in front of it without there being anything other than underwear inside
Deep down, I was afraid that our bond, that between Koran and me, had broken because it was too fragile. I had felt him keep his distance by force, feeling his willpower through the involuntary trembling of his muscles.
“Not that I find your minimalist outfit boring,” said a male voice behind my back. “But we’re going to a place overrun with meta-dogs, each just as dumb as the next. They don’t care what brand of wine they have as long as they’re drunk... you understand?”
No need to turn around to answer him:
“Is that your delicate
