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“Too late!” Lina quipped.
We broke into a sprint as the sprinkle turned into a downpour. The rain soaked our clothes and left us chilled to our bones. We reached the French doors and Lord Merthyr opened one of them for us. Lina and I scurried inside and he shut the door after himself. Our bodies were soaked and our clothes dripped little streams onto the floor.
“I’m so sorry for the floor,” I apologized as I tried to cling my already clingy clothes to myself to stop the numerous waterfalls.
He smiled and shook his head, sending sprays of water everywhere. “There’s no need to apologize. Nature has her way and we must make the best of it. Let me get you some towels.” He walked to the side of the door and pulled on a cord. A soundless alarm rang somewhere in the house and Trull
