Vincent gently pushed the front door of the villa open. A gust of cold wind snuck in, and he shuddered involuntarily, then sneezed.It was pitch black inside the house. Calliope clearly wasn't back yet.Vincent's heart sank, much to his surprise. Calliope's legs had only just gotten better, and she was already out and about. He wondered if she would be stubborn and refuse to use a wheelchair. If she got hurt, that would just cause more trouble.Then again, what did it have to do with him whether she went out or whether her legs hurt? Vincent shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly before feeling his way up the stairs in the dark.Perhaps he was just used to how it was always brightly lit when he came home every night that he misjudged the position of the steps. He slipped and fell backward abruptly, already bracing himself for a painful fall.However, at the most critical moment, a soft hand caught him steadily. A light scent rushed up his nostrils, but the momentum made b
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