Lyta was at Xavier's on one of her weekend visits. She'd rolled out of bed late that morning, threw on some pajamas, and had gone downstairs for some coffee, letting Misha sleep in. At the institute, she didn't have to bother harnessing her wings. She was just sitting on the sofa, enjoying her coffee, when she heard someone behind her.
She turned her head over her shoulder. "Excuse me?"
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