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The front door of Eva’s flat swung open with a squeak, the hinges protesting the sudden intrusion. Aurora, hands full with a large takeout bag from the Golden Empress, almost dropped her load as she saw Lucien standing in the threshold. His presence, as ever, was a jarring blend of elegance and menace. His slicked-back platinum blond hair glistened under the dim hallway light, and his heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—seemed to burn with an otherworldly intensity. "Lucien," Aurora muttered, the word a mix of surprise and irritation. She shifted the takeout bag to one hand and fumbled for her keys, already feeling the familiar pull of the past tugging at her emotions. "Rory," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "I didn't expect you to be here." "Neither did I expect to see you," she retorted, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let him in. "What do you want?" The flat, already cluttered with Eva’s endless collection of books and scrolls, seemed to shrink even more with Lucien’s presence. The tabby cat, Ptolemy, meowed from the corner, eyeing Lucien warily. "I need your help," he said, his tone serious. "It's urgent." Aurora raised an eyebrow, setting the takeout bag on the table. "I’m not your errand girl, Lucien. I’ve got a life here." He took a step closer, and the air around him seemed to crackle with tension. "This isn’t just about me. It’s about the city. The balance is tipping, and we both know what that means." Rory sighed, running a hand through her straight, shoulder-length black hair. "And what, exactly, am I supposed to do about it?" "You’re clever, Rory. You always have been. I need you to think, to find a way to stabilize the situation before it spirals out of control." She crossed her arms, her bright blue eyes narrowing. "You could’ve called. Or texted. Instead, you show up unannounced in my friend’s flat. That’s not exactly a vote of confidence." Lucien’s lips twisted into a wry smile. "I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t important. You know that." Aurora felt a familiar heat rising in her chest. She couldn’t deny the old attraction, the lingering sparks between them, but the hurt and unresolved tension made it difficult to ignore. "I know," she admitted, her voice softening. "But that doesn’t mean I have to like it." He extended his hand, his eyes locking onto hers. "Please, Rory. We don’t have much time." She hesitated, her gaze flicking to the takeout bag. "Fine. But you owe me dinner. Yu-Fei’s is the best around." Lucien’s smile broadened, a rare show of genuine warmth. "Deal." They settled into an uneasy silence as Aurora opened the takeout bag and began arranging the containers on the table. The steam from the food filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of curry from the restaurant below. Lucien watched her, his expression unreadable. "This all started a few days ago," he began, his tone measured. "There’s been a series of… incidents. Unexplained deaths, strange phenomena, things that shouldn’t be possible." Aurora’s eyes widened. "Like what?" "Like a man spontaneously combusting on the Underground, or a car floating in the air for no reason. The city is teetering on the edge, and the demons are getting restless." Aurora’s hand froze in mid-air, her thoughts racing. "And you think I can do something about it?" "More than anyone else, yes. You have a unique perspective, a connection to the supernatural that most people don’t. You can see the patterns, the connections." She sighed, setting down the container. "I’ll do what I can, but I’m not a superhero, Lucien. I’m just a delivery girl." "You’re more than that, and you know it," he insisted. "We’ve both been down this road before. We can’t afford to let our past get in the way of the present." Aurora’s gaze dropped to her hands, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. She remembered the last time they were in this position, the promises and the betrayals, the hurt that still lingered. "I know," she whispered. "I just… I need a bit of time to think." Lucien nodded, his expression softening. "Take all the time you need. But remember, the clock is ticking." She looked up, meeting his eyes. "I’ll do what I can, but I need you to promise me one thing." "Anything." "No more secrets. No more lies. We work together, but we do it with trust." His heterochromatic eyes held hers, and for a moment, she saw something there—something raw and honest. "I promise." Aurora nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Then let’s get to work." They spent the next few hours poring over the research notes scattered across the table, their hands brushing against each other more than once. The tension between them was palpable, but for the first time in a long while, it felt manageable. As the night wore on, the city outside grew quiet, but inside the flat, the conversation flowed more easily. Aurora leaned back, rubbing her temples. "This is a lot to take in. Do you have any leads on what’s causing all this?" Lucien leaned forward, his eyes intense. "I have a few theories, but nothing concrete. That’s where you come in. You’re the one who can piece this together." She met his gaze, a sense of purpose settling in her chest. "Alright. Let’s figure this out." Lucien’s smile was genuine this time, a rare moment of vulnerability. "Thank you, Rory. I owe you." Aurora chuckled, a lightness in her voice she hadn’t felt in a long time. "Just dinner. And maybe a bit of closure." He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "I can handle that." The room was filled with a tentative sense of optimism, the weight of the past beginning to lift. Aurora knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but for the first time, she felt confident they could face them together.