Breakfast Can Wait

The bathroom door opened softly.

Steam drifted out first, curling into the cooler air of the bedroom, followed by Lyra—wrapped in a plush robe, hair damp and loose around her shoulders. Her skin still glowed from the heat of the shower, her nerves soothed but not entirely quiet.

Kaelen stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear.

“…make sure it stays contained,” he said, voice low, even.

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