KaiaThe kitchen shift finally ended. I peeled the heavy, damp apron off and shoved it toward Lou. My hands were a wreck—gray and wrinkled from hours in the suds. I looked like a hag, or maybe just a wolf who’d spent way too much time in a sink.'I'll get used to this,' I told myself, though I didn't believe it.A small, warm hand touched my shoulder. Aster. I stiffened. I didn’t like being touched, but I forced myself to pat her hand anyway."Kaia," she murmured, her voice thin and shaky. "I know being back here was a chore, but thanks for the help this week."I wanted to snap. I wanted to ask if she enjoyed watching me scrub pots while she made eyes at Lorcan. Instead, I sucked it in. I flashed a fake smile and stepped away, breaking the contact."About him..." She wouldn't look at me. Her fingers twisted together. "I know my place. He’s the heir. I’m nobody. After what you saw... I won’t get in your way. I promise."I reached out, hooking a finger under her chin and forcing her to
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