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Chapter seventy-one

Ariah’s POV

The door of the vast, luxurious bedroom Lowell had placed me in swung open and Ethan walked in alongside him.

“There you go, your bedroom,” Lowell said and quickly closed the door behind him. “At least this should keep out those peasants from trying to get close to you. Next time wear a fucking mask, Ethan.”

Ethan grinned as he surveyed the room, “I don’t have a mask, Lowell, you know that.”

“Then I’d fucking get one for you!” Lowell exclaimed and walked over to the little bar in the corner of the room. “Want some Vodka? You must be exhausted from your trip.”

Ethan nodded as his eyes fell on me and his smile broadened, I returned his smile. My whole body had been aching to see him again, throughout the night, all I thought about was Ethan and he was finally here.

Lowell handed a glass of Vodka to him and me, he handed me a glass of orange juice and I stared at him questioningly. “Orange juice?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yes, you do not need to be drinking Vodka at yo
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