Chapter 64

  • ARIA

"Aria, dear? Did you hear me?" Aunt Camilla’s voice was like velvet, but she was holding that tube of antibacterial goop like it was a sacred relic.

Luca was still doing that half-squint thing, his long lashes fluttering just enough to look "distressed."

"He has hands, Camilla," I said throug...

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