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The weather was fantastic today, minus the screaming Princess and grumpy Jasper. One threw a cake slice and the other threw a book. Roselind kicked the book and Jasper stomped on the cake. Fun.
“And you can shove your opinion up your arse!” Roselind hollered over her shoulders, angrily sauntering to me. Her hips swayed with seduction, her floral dress flying with the breeze.
Roselind was here. Jasper was no longer with me. I connected the dots. Roselind was my new babysitter. The Thornov brothers were busy erasing traces of my action. I try not to think about my brother’s cold neck under my palms. Sometimes, I pretend it was a dream.
“Killian lets you have a gun?” Roselind plopped down beside me, instantly releasing a hiss as the tea chair burned her arm. She leaned ba
