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The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree branches, casting dancing shadows across the front of Lyra's house. The scent of jasmine and damp earth hung in the air as you knocked on the door. The sound of your knuckles against the wood faded, and then the door opened. It wasn't Lyra. It was him. Cole, his six-foot-two frame silhouetted against the dim interior, dark eyes gleaming with a spark of amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. 'Princess, if you came looking for Lyra, I have to tell you she's not home.' He paused, his gaze sweeping over you with a calm that chilled your blood. Then he stepped aside, gesturing broadly into the house. 'But come inside. You can wait for her.' The invitation hung in the air, heavy with a meaning you bare…