Aela whooped, unable to contain her bubble of pleasure because in no way did the castle resemble the forbidding bleak structures she’d read about in traditional Scottish tales. “Okay, Aran. So, what’s next on this escapade?”
She turned back as Aran stepped through the
gate. Aela’s beaming smile crumpled, and her hand whipped up to slap her chest.
“What the hell? Jeeze, you
scared the crap out of me.”
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