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Chapter Twenty-eight

Tent’s POV

“She’s laughing again,” I murmured, leaning slightly against the ballroom balcony. Ariel tilted her head back, letting out that soft, musical laugh I’d come to crave.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” she teased, bumping her shoulder against mine.

“Always,” I whispered, brushing a str...