“Mairwen!" The sound of my name, tearing and clawing into my dreams, startled me upright, and I slipped from the edge of the couch I'd been curled up on and down to the hard floor with an oof! of breath. For a moment I remained frozen, groggy and lost, squinting up at the vast shelves of books and the enormous fireplace I could've stepped right inside, and the huge, luxurious furniture that could've served as a bed, forgetting where I was and how I'd gotten here. "Mairwen?!" Ronson's voice, booming and echoing, shredded with a growl. "Here!" I squeaked out, shaking my head and grimacing at the
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