Chelle disappeared down the hallway without another word. Cabinet doors clicked open, then shut. When she returned, she carried a dented tin of cookies tucked against her hip and a cold bottle of milk sweating in her other hand. She set both on the coffee table with a soft thud. Damon leaned back into the couch, one arm stretched along the cushions behind her. “Ouuu… look who’s entertaining me,” he said, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. She dropped onto the couch beside him, not quite touching. “Uhh, don’t get ahead of yourself.” She twisted the cap off the milk, the plastic crack loud in the quiet room. Before he could answer, his phone buzzed against the table, rattling the wood. Damon glanced at the screen. His expression shifted—playfulness draining, jaw tightening. He answered immediately. “What’s going on?” Static. Then Simon’s voice burst through, thin and frantic. “They’re here!!” Damon straightened. “What? I was really beginning to think it was bullshit.” “They’re dre
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