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The morning sun cut through the blinds of a luxurious, unfamiliar bedroom, painting stripes across Rory's disoriented face. The air held the sweet, cloying scent of coconut, a stark contrast to the usual bombastic chaos of Jaxon's wake-up calls. A stranger was asleep on her chest, tangled in Rory's own shirt. Rory's smartwatch buzzed silently against her wrist, flashing a warning about her spiking heart rate. She had a barista shift at The Grind soon, but that felt like a problem from another lifetime. Gently, she prodded the woman's ribcage. The response was immediate and feral: sharp teeth sank into the tender skin of Rory's neck, accompanied by a low, warning hiss. Rory tried again, more insistently. The woman pushed herself up on her arms, her gaze sharpening into a glare. "*What?*" s…