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Chapter Seven

Standing in the flower garden Monday afternoon, Lucian turned at the sound of angry footsteps.

“Cabbage?” Megan marched his direction, her pastel-pink skirts skimming the stone path and swiping the blooms unfortunate enough to be too near the edge. “That’s what you’ve been calling me?”