The Rogues Who Went Rogue
As her thumb stroked Pellethia’s smooth cheek, she muttered, “Lucy saw something in you when she was Rosalie. She still sees something in you now. Perhaps it’s time to see yourself through her lenses, Pelly. Remember what she said the other day? About you being not any less extraordinary without that power?”
A soft smile graced Pellethia’s features, and she reached out to stroke Octavia’s hand as she whispered gratefully, “Thank you, my love.”
Octavia pressed a kiss in her hair before pulling her out of her seat because it was time for their short nap, but not before sending a photo of the pen to Lucianne first.
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