"You're late today. Where have you been?" — surprisingly, his tone was calm, his face and body relaxed. Maybe the absence of the girl barely embarrassed him? Riddle. Valentine touched the neck of the wine bottle with his fingers, and then with a sigh and a neat movement, uncorked the cork and filled the glass to the brim, glancing at her white face.

"You don't look important. You should stop riding horses at night."