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rocks.

“Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades,” Roxy groused as she took the proffered hand

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and let herself be dragged back to her feet. “You know,

locks were invented to keep intruders out.”

“I’m sure they’re usually quite effective,” the intruder replied. She disengaged from the shadows as

Roxy turned on the bedside lamp.

If Roxy was colored in shades of coffee and bronze,

Calliope Kane was painted in hues of a snowy winter’s

night. Her skin was pale, her hair almost black, hanging

in a straight, thick curtain halfway down her back.

Accented by straight-cut bangs and dark lashes, her

eyes glowed cat-green, the color too vivid to be natural.

But it was. Roxy knew because she’d asked, years ago.

And while Calliope might evade or conveniently omit

information, she never outright lied.

“Hey,” Roxy greeted her mentor.

“Good evening.” Calliope glanced at her watch. “Or

rather, good morning. You look tired,” she finished

without malice.

“Thanks. I am,” Roxy replied with a wry smile. “I

need sleep.” She needed blood, but sleep would do. “Is

this a formal interview?” In which case, she’d remain

at attention to give her report.

“Informal.”

“Thank Aset.” Roxy blew out a sharp breath and

sank down on the side of the bed. “Kid’s back with her

mom. The mom’s a ditz.” But a loving one. She’d been

sobbing and laughing, hugging Dana. Hugging Roxy.

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