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Aspen’s POV We stuffed ourselves to the gills with chocolate, but I still needed to at least be present at dinner. My sisters and my mother began heading back toward their guestrooms while I made my way to Helio’s and my suite. I turned a corner and jumped. “Jack! Warren!” “Goddess, Aspen, you look as though you were going to jump right out of your skin!” Jack laughed. “What are you doing on this side of the castle?” I asked, trying not to blush. In the past, coming upon Brenton or Conley would have meant berating or even possibly a beating. It was a hard memory to break, even though I could now go anywhere in the castle, freely and proudly, without fear. “We were looking at the artifacts you have sitting around on all your oppressive furniture,” Warren said. I winced. “Once we have
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