In the dim, smoke-filled labyrinth of the tavern, Lucy stood perfectly still, her large, dark eyes fixed on me with an unblinking intensity that made the skin on the back of my neck prickle. My face began to burn with a slow, creeping heat as the memory of my actions in the storage room flashed through my mind. Just minutes ago, I had mistaken her for her sister and delivered a lingering, possessive grope to her rear—a touch that was far too intimate and exploratory to be dismissed as a simple accident.
I gave a stiff, awkward nod, taking a long pull of my beer to avoid her gaze. I was a man caught in a web of my own making, unsure if this girl was about to scream for her brother-in-law or demand something altogether different.
"You're pretty close with my sister, aren't you?"
The quest
