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The rain lashed against the manor windows, muffling the city's hum. Inside, the only light came from a dying fire in the den. You had just settled Eli into bed when the front door creaked open, bringing a draft of cold air. Eren stood there, soaked and bruised, his grey eyes wild. He moved across the room without a sound, closing the gap until his face was inches from yours. His finger pressed to his lips, silencing any question. "Where is Eli?!" he whispered, urgent and low, his breath ragged as he waited for your answer.