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*Raven* I have an Aunt. Nola takes me to her home, and together we begin to bake a traditional dessert that is eaten during celebrations. She tells me all about how the dish is prepared and why it means so much to our people. I am listening the best I can, but I am distracted. I keep thinking about my mother–I actually have one that loves me–and how she asked to speak to Kieran. I’m nervous that he will say something he shouldn’t say, but I have to trust him. He is my mate, after all. As we bake, Nola asks me all sorts of questions about my life. I am slicing apples, something I’ve never done before, and am slightly afraid I’ll cut off my finger if I don’t pay attention. I tell her the truth. “I was raised in the castle, mostly cared for by nursemaids. It’s not been too interesting, ho