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Willow hadn’t been expecting anyone to knock on the door tonight. Least of all a cold, shivering Dahlia who looked like she had been to hell and back. “Oh my gods,” she gently tugged the other inside and lead her to the couch. “Stay right there and I’ll go get some tea and a blanket.” She rushed to the linen closet, grabbed a blanket, and put on the kettle. Slowly she wrapped the blanket around Dahlia’s shoulder. “Who did this to you? Are you okay?”





