Lark
This triplet witch was not at all what I expected. Stunning and on the arm of Count Killoran. What was her angle? I assumed that the triplet witches would be on our side. Why wouldn’t they be? Their ancestors had helped ours all those years ago. So what the f**k was one of them doing here, married to Count Killoran? She forced a smile to her face. She looked just like her ancestor. Abi. The one Hayden’s pocket watch had showed me. Was it a pattern for one of them to fall for this demented man or was this just a part of a plan? I would find out. “Lark,” She started. “I’m Commander Joey.” I took her hand and kissed it. “Lark Thornel at your service.” “You look very familiar, you know?” Joey asked. “Are there other people in the world who look like you?” Oh she definitely knew who I
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