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Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpanes. Inside, the room is a pocket of warmth, lit by a soft lamp, the air humming with the low murmur of conversation and the distant rumble of thunder. you, Malachi, and McKenna are sprawled across the floor and furniture, lost in the lazy comfort of the storm. Then the door swings open. Ariana stumbles into the space, her hair a dark, wet tangle against her cheeks, her clothes plastered to her skin. A shiver runs through her, but a sheepish, charming grin breaks across her face. 'I underestimated the weather,' she says, her voice a murmur beneath the sound of water dripping from her sleeves to pool on the floor. McKenna gasps, urging her toward dry things. you gestures to the closet. Minutes pass. She returns, enveloped in borrowed fabric th…