Pack HousePerrinI knocked softly on her door, then waited. Checking my watch, I knew there was a chance she wouldn’t even hear me. But after a minute I heard the soft footfalls on the carpet, and then the *click* of her door unlocking.Lo swung it open, blinking into the bright light of the hallway. She wore purple satin pajamas, the strap on one shoulder dangerously close to slipping off her shoulder. Her straight hair was unusually messy, tousled in front of her face. She swept it out of her eyes as she adjusted to the light. Her dimples were pink from deep sleep, and there was a slight line of a pressed bedsheet etched into her cheek. I resisted the urge to touch it.“Perrin?”“Morning.” I said, clearing
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