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Sarah tripped on something in the dark and fell to the floor. Cate stumbled and dropped on top of her, though the kitten jumped from her arms and landed a safe distance away. Their limbs tangled like a bad game of Twister on the clapboard floor and they rolled away from the door to escape one another.
A pair of pointed, tall black boots a few inches from Sarah’s face made them stop. Sarah followed the boots up the legs and to the bemused face of a girl of eighteen. She wore a knee-length black skirt and blouse. Black curly hair ringed her pale face, and her dark purple eyes studied her with interest.
“That’s a hell of an entrance,” the girl commented.
Ruthven walked around the girl and helped untangle the pair on the floor. He pulled Sarah up by her arms onto her feet, and she
