"You shouldn't be here, Stasya." Faye gave her a concerned expression.
Stasya tied the straps of her apron around her waist before tying it secure with a knot. "Did Nadya say something?" She asked in a flat tone.
"No, Cullen did."
Stasya frowned slightly. She forgot not everyone knew her...
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