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(Charming’s POV)
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“Wear your veil” I pointed at her lacey veil connected to a feminine looking hat to wear. It was one of the many veils my sister Lyana had.
“Do I have to wear it, Logan?”
“We both have enemies. It is for your safety. Wear it, Aurora”
“It’s Rory now” she rolled her eyes and took the veil to wear it. I could hear her mumbling words in her own language. I was sure she was cursing me.
She then did not even wait for me to exit the door, “Aurora!”
d*mn it, this woman!
Following her from behind, I then saw her inhaling the air outside my private jet. She looked happy. Perhaps, I did something right that day.
Waiting at the end of the stairs, was my sister Lyana and our family Witch, Anya Winters. They were surrounded by a dozen men for security measures. Mostly my W
