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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Frey hummed as she combed and wash Morrigan's hair, her sweet voice singing in a beautiful chorale along with the birds at the outskirts. Morrigan sat there silently listening to Frey's lovely voice as her fingers caresses the engravements of the ring on her thumb. "Your hair is so silky, just a few washes and combing my hand just slides down along it," Frey said, enthusiasm evident in her sweet voice as she started to pat Morrigan's hair dry. Her hand slides down Morrigan's hair.

"How was your wrist? I'm really sorry for what happened last night," Morrigan said, guilt evident in her small voice. She fidgets on the ring that is on her thumb. She bit the insides of her cheeks as she look at her reflection on the water. Frey acted as if what happened last night is nothing. She continues to hum and tend to Morrigan's hair. Parting it in two equal sections, and from it, she parted per section into three. Morrigan's gaze flew on Frey's wrist which was bandaged and hi

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