Severin, Short of Money?(Maren's POV)

I pretended not to hear, and my hand on his arm tightened before I could help it.

Inside the lounge, Edmund was seated on the sofa with a pot of tea and several plates of sweets in front of him.

Ethan was stuffing a small cake into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and when he saw us come in he calle...

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