"Oh, he's in bed. You wanna come on in and I'll wake him?" Boyd asked, stepping aside and waiting for Helena to enter. She leaned against the edge of the door, chest pressed against it, and she smiled all sweet and sugary as she waited. She'd gotten a good bit of sleep, and her hair was damp from the shower, and she felt better than she had in days, despite the continuing dose of medication that blew her pupils wide and made it obvious she was on something, if someone looked close enough.
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