[Lucky for Nikolai, Ianthe was not passed out, just huddled in her robe on a pile of furs and pillows in front of the fire. One of the skeletons would let him inside, a touch of blood on his skin to bypass the ward.
Try not to trip on the empty bottles. She clearly hadn't cleaned or picked anything up in days.]
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Try not to trip on the empty bottles. She clearly hadn't cleaned or picked anything up in days.]