Jude wouldnât consider herself a window shopper, at least not in the traditional sense. The shopâs front itself was rather plain, but the peek into the shop from the window screamed that it was anything but that. It had first caught her eye when sheâd been out doing vigilante work as Fallen Angel, but she could hardly enter the shop that way, could she? And so sheâd waited until daylight to return, lips twitching at the sound of the bell announcing her arrival.
âYou have some very interesting strains here, my darling,â she began once it was clear she was no longer alone in the space, fingers trailing the display case.  âDo tell, are these your namesakes or the growers?â
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