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Knox’s POV “Okay, I made her cry. Great start, Knox. Perfect,” I sighed to myself. I’d have to ask Petra her name again because I knew for sure it wasn’t the ‘Blanche’ she’d tossed over her shoulder at me as she rushed out. “I even called her Aspen. Fantastic.” But her name was the only thing I’d gotten wrong. Everything I’d said to her was true. I certainly didn’t want to be involved with some wilting flower who flinched every time I told her the truth, ugly as it might be. Then again… I looked down at my smarting foot and found myself smiling a little. There might be some hellcat in there somewhere. Regardless, it was a good political match. Father would be very excited about it, especially now that we didn’t have to do something so stupid as write apology letters to get Winter Harv
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