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And then there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” I called, finishing up the table. I suspected that I was about to see Dom. He came around often to have tea with me and Violet (though I knew he was there to check in on me), but when I turned to the door, it was Night who stepped inside.

“Oh.” I straightened in surprise. Butterflies filled my stomach at seeing him again so unexpectedly, but I tried to calm them down. He was probably still mad at me for the way I’d snapped at him earlier.

“Violet’s already gone to bed,” I said carefully. “Do you want me to see if she’s awake?”

“No. I came to speak to you.”

“Oh,” I said again, feeling dumb. “I…do you want to sit down at the table?”

He nodded, silently taking a seat. I sat across from him, my hands in my lap.

“Sorry that the table’s wet,” I said. “I just wiped it down.”

“That’s fine.”

I pressed my lips together and wiped my hands over my jeans. Why isn’t he saying anything? I squirmed, desperately looking anywhere but directly at his ha