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so as she was hardly walking through Hackney. Making her way from the estate, she ended up on what was supposed to be the main road, but instead looked like a country path.
    It was pitch black outside and gloomy grey clouds looked heavy with rain. She took a brief look around before she rubbed her palms together and separated them; smoothing her hands before the sky until the clouds evaporated. The sudden silvery glow of the moonlight gave an eerie feeling to the area. She half expected to see fairies dancing from leaf to leaf, fireflies circling the air, elves hunting for herbs and concoctions.
    Kent got such a bad rap for being boring, but to Helena, it was simply beautiful. No sleep though. It was also her first weekend Josh-less. The sweetness of silence, unmarred by his command for her to not disturb him... She asked herself if she really was going to text him or was it a blatant lie? It needed to be done, at least for her own peace of mind. Tomorrow. Definitely, she’d text him tomorrow. He’d need a little space from her first.
    She tugged on the heel of her ballet flats, securing them on her feet and started to walk briskly. Soon enough the hotel was far behind. With a deep breath of fresh air, she bent down to feel the blades of grass between her fingertips, the roughness of bark on the trees, the sap dripping from the leaves, the physical touch feeding into her whole body, sharpening her sight and intensifying her sense of smell.
    Helena glanced up and her heart nearly exploded in fear. There was an animal in the distance. Holy God on earth, it was huge! It trotted toward her. Nothing could have forced her to move, she was utterly rooted to the ground. Fear held her still as the animal—a lion of what could only be genetically mutated proportions—came to stand before her.
    Like a friendly tomcat, he butted his head into her tummy, nearly knocking her over. She giggled abruptly. He blinked, all huge violet eyes in straw-coloured fur. Intrigue made her crouch to look at him, and in response, he touched his cold wet nose to her own. Laughing she trailed her fingers through his mane, a silvery blond that slipped through her digits like water.
    How bizarre , she thought, noting the leopard-like markings over his nose. They could be mistaken for freckles. The lion suddenly flopped to his side and stretched out, his paws extending as he yawned. She sat beside him, the length of his body a furnace at her back and began petting him, his purring sending tremors through her arm.
    “Where did you come from?” she asked softly. Helena wasn’t a small woman by any man’s standards but this beast simply dwarfed her. Why was he so tame? The lion turned his head to look at her and put a paw over his eyes as if slapping his forehead which made her laugh again.
    “Okay, I get it. Don’t ask silly questions. Can I take you home with me?”
    He rolled his body against her and closed his eyes again, laying his head on his paws. She’d never felt so warm. There was no way this could be happening, she had to be dreaming. Or else how could she possibly be sitting at the side of the road in Kent with a lion snoring behind her? Was he snoring? That had to explain the earthquake tremors beneath her bottom. He smelled like warm sand and salt.
    “I’ve got nowhere to go and it’s not like I’ll be sleeping properly. I can stay where I am.”
    The lion gave a grunt of assent before resting back on his paws. “Nice to know you agree with me.” He was so very warm…
     
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    “Miss?”
    Helena snorted awake. The ground was cold and wet and evidently lion-less. An elderly man leaned over her. His dog frantically sniffed around her and he struggled to keep his pet under control.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Are you all right?” he asked.
    She scrambled to her feet, shivering. “Yes, I’m fine. You don’t know what time it is, do you?”
    “Just going quarter past eight.”
    Her jeans and top had wet grass and fallen leaves stuck