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"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Bain asked, who, much like me, hadn't been able to take his eyes off our little mate.
"She is perfect," I replied. I took her hand, looking at her nails. Bain and I repainted them black for her a day or so ago after Bain noticed they were chipping away. I'm not even sure what day it is or how long we have been here, and we have been doing Diathorne's business from here, but I wouldn't trade this time with them both for anything. We were looking at her from the foot of her bed when, suddenly, a pulse rippled through Bain and I both, and it was so powerful that it had us on our knees at the foot of her bed. Then, Geo, Gatlin, and Cynthiana burst through the door of Rowan's room, sweating, both covered in blood and panic.
"There has been a breach. It
