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| Her wet hair stringing down her back, she went to the cabin. Shivering and chilled clear through to the bone, she stood at the fireplace and held her hands over the flames. Again she was filled with worry for Ashton. Just how far would Stanford go with this hate he had for Ashton? Just how much would Ashton stand for before retaliating in kind? |

| "Oh, Ashton, please keep safe," she whispered to herself, choking back a sob of fear. |

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