“Yes,” Christopher Lancelot answered truthfully.

Xyla Quest shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand. “Give me another cigarette.”

Christopher immediately took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and drew two cigarettes. He placed one cigarette between Xyla’s lips and the other between his lips.

Subsequently, he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Xyla.

After lighting hers, he lowered his head and lit his own.

The car was filled with smoke in a moment.

Christophe