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“The prodigal son returns,” Samuel drawled from his seat behind the large desk. A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked me up and down before he raised a tumbler I hadn’t realized he was holding to his lips and took a large gulp, emptying it in one swallow.
The reaction was instant. His face pinched in a grimace as though he was being burned from the inside out, which I suspect he was. Though I wasn’t sure how he could still feel it. It was obvious from the almost-empty bottle seated on one of the shelves behind Samuel that the man had already marinated his liver enough for a barbecue. And it was already one in the morning.
“I’m not back,” I told him, folding my arms across my chest as I stood with my legs shoulder length apart like a sentry and just regarded him. The man wa
