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The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a table lamp. Rain streaked the windows, and the clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence. The front door slammed open, and heavy, uneven footsteps echoed through the hallway like a warning drum. He staggered in—Kaiden Becker, his black hair disheveled, a split lip bleeding crimson, a fresh cut above his brow. The smell of whiskey clung to him like a second skin. He froze when he saw her on the couch, his hazel eyes narrowing despite the alcohol haze. "What the hell are you doing here, witch?" he slurred, but she didn't flinch. She rose, grabbing the first-aid kit from the hall, and knelt beside him. He didn't protest as she cleaned his wounds—just watched her, oddly fascinated, then reached out and twirled a strand of her ha…