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A hand grabbed Rebekah's wrist and she didn't attack, not like every tense muscle in her body told her to. This wasn't her studio - it was Sean's. Attacking him would only cement the forever present fears that maybe Manticore had latched onto all of their trails. She wasn't Manticore. She wasn't here to capture and retrain. So she froze. She blinked at him through the darkness of the studio, illuminated only by the street lamps outside.

"Well aren't you a nocturnal little thing," she said dryly. It was well after midnight, and there was really no reason for him to return to the studio. He was supposed to be at home, asleep, like a normal person. But of course Sean wasn't a normal person, was he?

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