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KELLSEY
It was quite easy to sneak inside without anyone noticing. It was late in the evening on a Saturday and she knew the habits of her brothers. None of them would be home on a Saturday night.
The helmet lay on her nightstand. A simple steel helmet that looked robust but strangely felt almost weightless when she put it on.
To her surprise she found Leroy in the kitchen, with Vicky. He sat on a stool at the kitchen island with his back facing her. The black witch stood behind the stove and was brewing something. It smelled like sage and mint.
Kellsey stepped carefully past him until she stood in the corner near the fridge. From here she had a good view of Leroy who stared in space, a somber expression clouding his face.
“It was very brave of you what you did tonight,” Vicky sai
