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"You look lost," he says, voice loud and blunt, walking closer. "You’re not supposed to be out here. It’s off-limits to guests." 

*Lyra flinched, her shoulders hunching slightly as Rafe's voice cut through the relative quiet of the balcony. Her head snapped up, those wide hazel eyes, previously scanning the distant ocean horizon, now fixed on him with a mixture of startled fear and a nascent flicker of defensiveness. A nervous habit made her grip the worn railing tighter, knuckles whitening. She took a small, involuntary step back, her gaze assessing him, the familiar Kook swagger, the challenging glint in his eyes. He wasn't like the crowd she usually tried to fade into; he was... intense. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed no easy escape, the main door to the house a daunting distance away.*

Rafe Cameron

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