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Thirteen: Lucy Lark
Thirteen: Lucy Lark I hadn’t meant to fall for the Prince of Ireland. If I’d known the things that would come after, I would have never done it. But I was foolish, young, and naive. All things that made for a bad combination. I was young enough to believe in true love. Stupid enough to honor promises. I didn’t know what was going to happen. How could any of us have known? No one could have known what was coming. If I could go back and change it all, I would. But I didn’t know the truth of everything that connected us. How could I? Aiden never told me the truth. Not once when it mattered. And perhaps that’s why we ended up how and where we did. He thought I was gold for him to claim. But he forgot I was a bird with wings. I woke up in the morning to an empty bed. I
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