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Preparing a bath
*Killian* “Is it safe to lock him in?” she asks. “Safer than not. Gilbert will unlock it before the sun comes up.” I’m taken aback by the concern in her eyes. Had I been asked, I would have stated that she cares not one whit about anyone save herself, but she certainly seems to have some trepidation where my father is concerned. “He will be fine. It’s better than having him out roaming over the moors. If he hadn’t shouted, we might not have known until morning, and who knows what sort of state he would have been in by then?” “So he goes out often?” I tilt my head. “I’m usually able to catch him before he makes it out the door. Tonight I was otherwise preoccupied.” A lamp in the hallway provides enough light that I can see her blush. She straightens her spine, angles her chin. “I suppo
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