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Morning arrived and Sam found herself lured to the kitchen by the promising aroma of a deep, dark roast. She hoped it was Melissa, but feared it would be her newest acquaintance, who didn’t seem to understand the purpose of locks, privacy, or personal space.
She stepped through the arch and nodded to herself as she recognised the slender figure seated at the kitchen island.
“Goodmorning, Lilith,” she said sarcastically. “I see you made yourself at home. Again.”
The Nox woman shot her a wide smile, one so dazzling Samantha almost forgot how intrusive her behaviour was. Almost.
With a sigh, she pulled her favourite porcelain cup from the mug tree and snapped it under the coffee machine. While it gurgled and steamed, she turned back to Lilith. “What do you want this time?”
“Are you a
