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My daydream reverie was interrupted by Prince Cardan. “I know what you did,” he drawled, voice low, not at all sounding like he was asking a question. “Wicked girl. Yet you let your sister take the brunt of my ire. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
Then Locke pointed to a boy with hair the impossibly bright green of new leaves. “He keeps looking at you.” “Because I’m in a nightgown,” I said. “Go speak with him,” Locke said cryptically. I gave him an incredulous look, but he only raised his brows and smiled. “It will be easy once it’s begun.”

