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I hadn’t meant to say that. Hadn’t planned it or anything. One minute, I was looking at Aria, who has her blankets pulled up to her chin, her eyes swinging from one man to the other like she’s watching a particularly distressing tennis match, the next, words are tumbling out of my mouth, and there’s nothing I can do to take them back. Not that I want to, exactly. I mean, they need someone to bring them back to their senses. Heads whip in my direction. Lucas opens his mouth because, of course, he does, and I start to prepare myself for a verbal sparring, but the Don cuts him off. He’d been sitting in the chair closest to Aria’s bed this whole time, fingers steepled together, just listening to them all, but now he stands up. “She’s right,” he says. “This isn’t the time, nor the place