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Kieran was standing on the tiny ledge outside her window, all soaked, with his hair plastered to his forehead.
"What the hell? How are you even... go to the front door."
He gave her a small nod and climbed down like it was nothing, well... It was nothing considering what he was.
Lyra stood there for a second, then yanked the curtain shut. This couldn't be real. How did he even know where she lived? She'd never told him.
She opened her bedroom door and sneaked past the hallway.
The front door lock clicked loudly when she turned it. She whimpered, pulling the door open just wide enough for him to slip inside.
Kieran stepped in, dripping all over the mat, and for a second they just stared at each other.
"You're soaked," she whispered, shutting the door as quietly as she could. "How did you get here? How did you know where I live? And what are you doing showing up like this in the middle of the night?"
