“You too.” A small wave before she cleans up and heads to her own room.

Fresh mystery to solve tomorrow! How bloody exciting.

Plus she does have some hunts that could be much, much easier with an extra pair of hands…and would be a cinch with another her.

“Well, if she did find her way back, she’s an arse for not sharing notes.” A hearty chuckle as she finishes off her drink.

“Why don’t you get some rest first? We’ll tackle this with clear heads tomorrow.”

“Huh…okay, then maybe that one missing Elsa could be the key if I’m the one who broke the cycle.” And she’s thankful that she’s not shunted away.

“Either way, you’re welcome to stay until you find alternative living arrangements. You know where the guest rooms are, yeah?”

-“Long gone. Mum sent me away to study in England, he took Cullen under his wing, died in a fight, and I came back to take over the family plot. Mum followed some time after, unfortunately.” And then…everything happened. “It was quite the whirlwind feq years.”

-who looks a few years younger than Cullen, braided raven hair with an outfit straight out of a fantasy novel.

“Oh, and Lasha.” Finally, she points to the tiny chihuahua perched upon Mihaela’s proud shoulder.

“All dropped onto my laps when I least suspected it. But they’ve grown on me.”

-A family picture of four. Her other self might recognize Cullen in his fancy smoking jacket, and of course Elsa herself. As for the other two…

“Mihaela,” she points to the older woman of about sixty with dark, silver-streaked hair, standing tall and proud despite her age.

“Lyra,” the one-

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📲 Chamomile tea works wonders. Or some time down in the training course to tire me out.