AI The neon glow of the Raven’s Nest pulsed like a slow heartbeat, casting jagged shadows across the wooden floor. Silas leaned back in his chair, the signet ring on his right hand catching the dim light, and watched as the door swung open. A woman stepped inside, her straight black hair catching the glow of the bar’s single bulb, her bright blue eyes scanning the room with the quiet intensity of someone who hadn’t been here in years.
Aurora Carter—Rory—didn’t recognise the man at first. He was taller than she remembered, his frame leaner, his auburn hair streaked with silver, but it was the way he held himself, the quiet authority in his posture, that made her pause. Then she saw the scar on his left knee, the one he’d told her about once, long ago, and her breath hitched.
“Silas,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “You look… different.”
Silas didn’t turn. “And you look the same.” His voice was low, measured . “Still the same sharp mind, still the same way you can read a room before anyone else.”
She slid into the seat across from him, the leather creaking under her weight . The bar was quiet, just the hum of conversation from the other end, the distant clink of glasses. She reached for her glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light, and took a slow sip. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Silas finally looked at her, his hazel eyes flickering with something unreadable . “I’ve been busy.”
“Busy.” She laughed, a dry sound . “You’re the one who runs this place. You’ve got time to avoid me.”
He didn’t deny it. “I’ve been… thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how much time we’ve wasted.” His voice was quiet, almost gentle. “About the things we didn’t say.”
She set her glass down with a sharp click. “We didn’t say much, did we? Not when we were together. Not when we were apart.”
Silas exhaled through his nose, a slow, frustrated sound. “I was a fool, Rory. I let you walk away.”
She stared at him, the weight of his words settling over her like a physical presence. “You let me go. You let me leave London. You let me forget.”
“No.” His fingers tightened around his glass. “I let you *choose *. And I was too blind to see that you were choosing yourself.”
She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. “I’m not here to argue about the past. I’m here because I need to know what’s changed.”
Silas didn’t move, didn’t try to stop her. She walked to the bar, the scent of aged wood and whiskey thick in the air, and leaned against the counter. “You’ve got a new woman,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper .
Silas didn’t flinch. “She’s not like you.”
“She’s not like me?” She turned to face him, her fingers digging into the counter. “You’ve been with someone? Someone else?”
Silas didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph, a small square of paper wrapped in black tape. He handed it to her.
She took it, her fingers trembling slightly . The photo was of a woman with dark hair, her eyes warm and unguarded, smiling at the camera. “Who is she?”
Silas didn’t say anything. He just watched her, his expression unreadable .
Aurora unfolded the photograph carefully , her breath catching. The woman in the photo was younger than she was, her smile genuine, her eyes full of something Aurora had never seen in Silas’s life before. “You’ve been happy,” she said softly .
Silas didn’t deny it. “I’ve been alive.”
She looked back at the photograph, her throat tight. “You’ve been happy. And I’ve been…” She let the words hang in the air. “I’ve been alone.”
Silas stood, his chair scraping against the floor. “I’m sorry.”
She turned to face him, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “For what?”
“For letting you go.” His voice was raw. “For not being there when you needed me.”
She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. “I’m not here to blame you.”
Silas pulled away, his expression darkening. “Then why are you here?”
She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. “Because I’m not the same person I was five years ago. And I don’t think you are either.”
Silas looked at her, his eyes searching hers. “I don’t know what to say.”
She smiled, a sad, tired thing. “You don’t have to.”
The door to the bar swung open again, and a man in a sharp suit stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. Silas’s expression darkened. “That’s not good,” he muttered.
Aurora turned to see who had entered, her stomach twisting. It was Evan, her ex, his face pale, his eyes wild. He didn’t see her at first, his gaze locked onto Silas. “Silas,” he said, his voice rough . “I heard you were still in town.”
Silas didn’t look at him. “I’m busy.”
Evan’s eyes flicked to Aurora, his expression darkening. “You look well,” he said, his voice cold . “Still the same sharp mind.”
Aurora’s blood ran cold . “Evan.”
Evan turned to her, his eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “I’m glad you’re back.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “Evan, this isn’t a good time.”
Evan didn’t listen. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched. “Let’s talk.”
Silas’s fingers tightened around his glass. “No.”
Evan’s eyes flicked to Aurora, his expression darkening. “You’re not coming with me.”
Silas’s voice was a low growl. “I’m not leaving.”
Evan’s hand tightened around his own glass. “Then we’ll have to find another way.”
The air in the room seemed to thicken, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to leave,” she said, her voice steady .
Silas didn’t move. “We can’t.”
Aurora turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Evan’s eyes flicked to Silas, his expression darkening. “You’re not going anywhere either.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “I’m not leaving.”
Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “We need to go.”
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We can’t.”
Evan’s hand tightened around his own glass. “Then we’ll have to find another way.”
The door to the bar swung open again, and a woman in a sharp suit stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. Silas’s expression darkened. “That’s not good,” he muttered.
Aurora turned to see who had entered, her stomach twisting. It was Eva, her childhood friend, her eyes filled with something Aurora didn’t recognise. “Eva,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper .
Eva’s eyes flicked to Silas, her expression darkening. “Aurora,” she said, her voice soft . “I’ve been looking for you.”
Aurora’s breath hitched. “Eva.”
Eva turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something Aurora didn’t recognise. “I’m glad you’re back.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “Eva, this isn’t a good time.”
Eva didn’t listen. She stepped forward, her hand outstretched. “Let’s talk.”
Silas’s fingers tightened around his glass. “No.”
Eva’s eyes flicked to Aurora, her expression darkening. “You’re not coming with me.”
Silas’s voice was a low growl. “I’m not leaving.”
Evan’s hand tightened around his own glass. “Then we’ll have to find another way.”
The air in the room seemed to thicken, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to leave,” she said, her voice steady .
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We can’t.”
Aurora turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Evan’s eyes flicked to Silas, his expression darkening. “You’re not going anywhere either.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “I’m not leaving.”
Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “We need to go.”
Silas’s eyes flicked to the door, his expression darkening. “We can’t.”
Aurora’s mind raced , her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and determination. She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resolve . “We have to,” she said, her voice steady . “We have to leave.”
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “No.”
Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Evan’s hand tightened around his own glass. “Then we’ll have to find another way.”
The door to the bar swung open, and the weight of the moment pressed down on them all. Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps, her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to go,” she said, her voice steady .
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We can’t.”
Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “We have to.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “No.”
The room seemed to spin, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Evan’s eyes flicked to Silas, his expression darkening. “You’re not going anywhere either.”
Silas’s voice was a low growl. “I’m not leaving.”
Aurora’s breath hitched, her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to go.”
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We can’t.”
The door swung open again, and the weight of the moment pressed down on them all. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She turned to Silas, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “We have to.”
Silas’s eyes flicked to the door, his expression darkening. “We can’t.”
Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “We have to.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “No.”
The door swung open, and the weight of the moment pressed down on them all. Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps, her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to leave.”
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We can’t.”
Aurora’s mind raced , her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and resolve . She turned to Evan, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Silas’s voice was a low growl. “I’m not leaving.”
The door swung open, and the moment shattered . The weight of the past, the weight of the present, the weight of the unspoken words—it all crashed down on them, leaving Aurora standing in the middle of the bar, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass, his expression a storm of unspoken things. Evan’s eyes flicked between them, his voice a low growl.
“This isn’t over,” he said.
Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes burning with a determination that had nothing to do with fear. “It’s not,” she said, her voice steady . “But we’ll find a way.”
Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable . “We’ll have to.”
The door swung shut behind them, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all. Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps, her mind racing . She turned to Silas, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resolve . “We have to leave,” she said, her voice steady .
Silas’s eyes flicked to the door, his expression darkening. “We can’t.”
Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest , her mind racing . She looked at Silas, her eyes burning with something she didn’t recognise. “We have to.”
Silas’s voice was low, dangerous. “No.”
The door swung open again, and the weight of the past, the present, and the future pressed down on them, leaving Aurora and Silas standing in the middle of the bar, the weight of their unspoken words and the weight of the moment pressing down on them both. Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps, her mind racing . She turned to Silas, her eyes burning with a determination that had nothing to do with fear.
“Then we’ll find another way,” she said, her voice steady . The door swung shut behind them, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all.