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... ted with as she stepped through the gates of the Thorne mansion.
It came from Areso, who was strolling the grounds at half past five in the morning, long strides deliberate, eyes already alert—the sort of hour artists claimed as sacred, when inspiration struck best and sleep was optional.
"Areso, jeez, don’t you sleep?"
Areso—yet looking incredibly beautiful in a tracksuit, hair pulled back in a careless knot that somehow still framed her face perfectly—chuckled.
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