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Chapter 240 Playing with Fire

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Ash

The sun is barely up when I jostle Tara awake, grinning as she groans and buries her face in the pillow. "Get up. We’ve got things to do."

She swats at me blindly. "You’re insufferable. It’s too early. Go away." I chuckle, pulling the blanket off her. "Nonsense. It’s the perfect time to go shopping." That gets her attention. She lifts her head, bleary-eyed and scowling. "We don’t have money to waste and you don’t need more clothes."

I wave a dismissive hand. "It’s not wasting, it’s investing and we’re going shopping for you. If we’re going to Amber’s tonight, you need to look the part. There’s nothing in your pack that would pass muster at an upmarket establishment. Or anywhere else for that matter. Your clothes should be deemed a crime against fashion."

Tara groans, flopping back onto the bed. "Shouldn’t you have a hangover? It’s unnatural to have drunk as much whiskey as you did last night and not suffer for it."

"It’s because I was made for debauchery," I say with a smirk. "My
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