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“I don’t want to cause trouble.
I can leave.”
Julian caught his arm gently.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” Then he turned his gaze to me, his eyes sharp.
“Mariana, I was just filling the garden tub upstairs.
Go help him wash up.”