I kept my head down, moving the damp rag in slow circles over the mahogany banister. I had to finish the west wing before six. If I didn’t, Anastasia would find another excuse to lock me in the cellar again.And the cellar… that place made the memories of my parents too loud."You missed a spot, Kia."I froze.I didn’t need to look up. The scent hit me first, cedarwood mixed with rain.Ryder.The oldest of the triplets. Older by only three minutes, but he acted like it made him king of the world."I’ll get it, Ryder," I said quietly.His boots stopped right in front of me. Polished. Perfect. Just like him.Cold. Untouchable."It’s Alpha Ryder to you, little mouse."His gloved hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head up.My breath caught.The curse.His eyes weren't the warm brown they should have been. They were swirling with a dark, murky grey. The curse was acting up. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way the muscles in his neck corded. He was in pain, the kind of soul-deep agon
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