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... her but sharp as a thorn.
Aiden did not turn. The voice was familiar—too familiar. It belonged to none other than the so-called future Earl, the boy born with ambition stitched into his bones.
The voice carried with it an echo of mockery, of someone who thought himself clever enough to stand above the crowd.
He came striding forward now, pushing aside whoever lingered near Aiden’s shoulder, brushing them away as one might sweep dust from a velvet coat. The arrogance was n ...
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