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Mmm, coffee. The smell of it warmed her nose before Nya even opened her eyes. When she did on a yawn, she noticed a mug on the floor right in front of her face. The shower was running and from the noise of the water she guessed Archer was using it.
As she sat to pick up the cup, she realized she was closer to the center of the room and there was only one way that could be possible. Whipping around, she grinned when she saw the chain was no longer around her ankle, in fact, it was gone from the room altogether.
Getting to her feet, she drank the delicious java that she’d missed so much, with delight. Coffee was her life blood. Gulping it down, she had finished most of it by the time she put it on the ledge over the sink that served as a vanity below the vast inset mirror. Then, turni
