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Her sweet, little chuckle was like magical music for my ears that left me yearning to hear more. But that would have to wait, because Asralyn just returned with a change of clothes for Tiselle.
“I’ve got the perfect dress for you to wear,” Asralyn hummed with a pleased smile plastered on her face. Walking across the room toward us, she had a dark brown dress draped over one of her forearms and a matching pair of flats in her free hand.
Assuming Tiselle would want some privacy, I placed a quick kiss on her cheek, then I excused myself from the room. But on the way out of the room, I whispered into Asralyn’s ear, reminding her to phish for information whenever she gets a good opportunity, like now.
There were a few things I wanted answers to. Or should I say names.
I wan
