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Sam awoke later that day to the sound of familiar stumblings in her house. She glanced at the sleeping hellhound at the foot of her bed and smiled. Not even a worried peep from the puppy. That combined with Melissa’s key on the kitchen island left Sam reassured with who was pottering down in her kitchen.
Eager to see Lilith, she tumbled out of bed and threw on a large, comfortable shirt. As fun as the curtain was, it was much better suited on the wall than on her body.
Softly whistling, she made her way downstairs and greeted the woman wrestling with the coffee machine.
“Morning,” she said, checking her watch. “Well… Afternoon.”
Lilith shot her a smile back. “Hello, sleepyhead.”
“Are you making coffee?” Sam asked wistfully.
“I’m trying but your stupid machine isn’t working. Also,
