ISABEL
Dylan interrupted her thoughts, making funny faces at her little sister who was hiding her face in the crook of her neck, pretending to be shy.
“Good luck with that.”
Isabel had spent two hours in her study, trying to study the recent reports of their vassal packs sent in the previous night by its representatives, but Teresa’s giggles, the sound of things shattering, and Dylan’s anxious voice and endless pleas for her sister to avoid touching one thing or the other couldn’t make her concentrate. She kept chuckling to herself, feeling tempted every twenty minutes to help out her mate, but always ends up changing her mind when she hears them laughing. The house suddenly turned quiet, causing h
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