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No One Understands
Aira’s POV I dashed into my room. My heart was a mess, but I didn’t know who I could talk to about it. My mother clearly wasn’t an option, and my sisters didn’t seem to understand. Well, maybe Aspen would understand, but she was miles away in Ember Moon. Still, as I lay on my bed, sobbing into my pillow, there was a soft knock on my door. I hoped it wasn’t Blanche. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to apologize to her right now. Instead, when I looked up, I saw Elsa. “What’s going on?” she asked, taking a tentative step into my room. I sat up and hugged my pillow. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her to go away, but instead I dissolved into a hiccupping account of my mate’s betrayal. “Knox only wants me for Winter Harvest’s timber,” I whispered, trying to get the tears to stop, but
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