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Rain slicked the Soho cobblestones outside the green neon sign. The Raven’s Nest swallowed the street noise inside its velvet walls. Silas wiped a glass with a white cloth, his hazel eyes watching the crowd. He leaned against the mahogany bar, the slight limp in his left leg barely noticeable as he shifted his weight. A bell chimed on the door. Rory stepped in, water dripping from her coat onto the worn floorboards. She shook her umbrella and glanced toward the bar. Her eyes caught the figure standing near the corner booth. Eva turned slowly. Time had carved lines into her face that hadn’t been there five years ago. She wore a coat of charcoal wool that cost more than Rory’s rent. Her hair had turned a lighter shade, bleached by too many suns she hadn’t wanted to admit. You look older, Eva said. I look tired. Rory walked to the bar. Silas slid a towel toward her. Whiskey. Neat. Silas poured the amber liquid without a word. Rory took the glass, the warmth seeping into her palms. She stared at the ice melting. Five years, Eva said from the booth. I thought you were dead. People disappear all the time. You just stop looking for them. Silas placed a coaster under Rory’s glass. He didn’t look up. I didn’t stop looking, Eva said. I just couldn’t find you. My father said you ran away with some guy from the university. The guy I dated tried to kill me. I know. Silas said it. The barman finally looked at Eva. He nodded once. You still live here? Eva asked. Rory nodded. She ran a thumb over the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist. The bone felt tender. Above him. I work for Yu-Fei too. Delivery runs. Eva laughed. A dry, sharp sound. Delivery. I’m with a firm in Canary Wharf. We handle M&A. That’s good. Is it? I haven’t seen anyone I know in six months. Silas set a glass in front of Eva. He pushed it across the wood. Water? I’ll have the same. She looked at the water. You never changed, Silas. Still running a front. I run a bar. It feeds people. It feeds information, Eva said. She touched her ring finger. The metal glinted under the low light. My father knows you still operate here. Rory felt the air thin. She set the whiskey glass down. The ice clinked against the glass. He didn’t tell me. Eva leaned forward. Her elbows on the table. Her fingers were manicured, no scars. Clean hands. You left Cardiff because of him. You ran to London. I thought you were done. I wasn’t done. I survived. Survival isn’t enough. I needed something more. Rory looked at the maps on the wall behind Silas. Old territories. Black and white photos of faces she didn’t recognize. The silence stretched. What do you need? Security. Stability. I thought if I found you, I could borrow some of your luck. You don’t get luck, Eva. You get what you build. I built nothing. I just moved boxes. Silas wiped the bar. The cloth moved in a rhythm. He stepped back into the shadows. You think I have something to give you? You have the network. Rory felt her stomach tighten. She reached for the glass again. Her hand shook. She set it down before she took a sip. That’s Silas’ business. His business is mine now. He told me he owes my father a favor. Silas didn’t move. He kept polishing the tap handle. The metal squeaked. He told you? He told me a lot of things. That you were here. That you were safe. I’m not safe. Rory said. We all carry scars, Rory. Some of us just hide them better. I see the ones you wear. Eva smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched. You used to hate the rain. I liked it. It washed things off. You washed yourself. You ran from Evan, you ran from your parents. You ran to me. Now you run to him. I didn’t run to him. Eva stood up. She towered over the table. She looked down at Rory. The coat collar turned up against the draft. You’re twenty-five, Rory. You think you’re the first person who ever made that choice. I made it. I chose the money. I chose the power. You chose the survival. I chose the night. The night belongs to us now. Silas set a napkin on the table. He stepped between them. His knee gave a slight pop. He leaned on the bar. The door is locked. I don’t deal with business after hours. Eva turned. She looked at Silas. You’re the Spymaster, Silas. You can deal with business whenever you want. I can deal with your father. Not you. Why? Because I look rich? Because you look hollow. The air in the room dropped ten degrees. Rory watched the steam rise from Silas’s tea cup. She hadn’t seen him drink tea in years. He preferred it black. I’m not hollow, Eva said. You’re afraid. I’m focused. Focus doesn’t keep you warm. Eva sat back down. The leather creaked. She put her head in her hands. Her elbows pressed into the wood. I don’t want your pity, Silas. I don’t give it. I give you the bill. Rory looked at her hands. The knuckles were raw. She hadn’t noticed the cuts until now. I need to leave. Rory said. Go. Silas said. I’ll walk you out. No. Eva looked up. Her eyes were dry. You’re still the same. You always were. The same as who? The one who stayed behind. The one who stayed in the flat. The one who kept the secrets. I keep nothing. You keep the bar. Silas walked around the counter. He held a small silver signet ring on his right hand. It glinted as he touched the edge of the bar. Close the bar. Silas said. What? Now. I have to pour the water. Close the bar, Silas repeated. Eva stood up. She pushed the water away. It sloshed onto the table. She reached into her coat. Don’t. Silas said. Rory stood. Her chair scraped against the floor. Eva, leave it. I need a drink. You’ve had enough. Rory gripped the edge of the table. Her fingers curled around the wood. The scar on her wrist pulled tight. She looked at Eva. The change wasn’t in the clothes or the hair. It was in the stillness. You’re not the same person either, Rory said. Eva looked at the door. The rain tapped against the glass. The neon sign buzzed outside. I’m exactly the same. I just stopped waiting for you to show up. I showed up. You showed up too late. Silas reached for the door latch. He turned the lock with a heavy click. Eva paused. She looked at the lock. I’m not going anywhere. You are. Silas said. Why? Because the door is open. Eva stepped back. She looked at Rory. You’re not going to help me. Rory looked at her shoes. They were scuffed. I’m not helping anyone. I’m your friend. I was. Silas unlocked the door again. He opened it wide. The wind rushed in, carrying the smell of wet asphalt and diesel. Go. Eva hesitated. She adjusted her coat. She walked past Rory. The scent of perfume filled the small space. You’re going to regret this. Rory didn’t answer. She watched the door swing shut. The neon sign flickered outside. Silas locked the handle again. He didn’t look at Rory. He picked up the cloth and went back to the tap. Rory stayed standing. She watched the water in the glass on the table ripple. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A text from Yu-Fei. She took it out. The screen lit up her face. Silas didn’t stop cleaning. Rory put the phone back in her pocket. She looked at the maps on the wall. The ink was still wet. Did you know she was here? I knew she was coming. For how long? Since before you entered the room. Rory looked at the whiskey. The ice had melted. What did she want? Security. She has money. She has leverage. Leverage is dangerous. Silas wiped the glass. He held it up to the light. I have leverage too. Eva doesn’t know that. She does. That’s why she came. Rory turned away from the bar. She walked toward the back room. The bookshelf stood in the corner. The floorboard creaked under her foot. I’m leaving. Wait. Rory stopped. Why? Because you left before. I didn’t leave. You did. You left Cardiff. You left my father. I left him. Silas put the cloth on the counter. He leaned forward. You can’t leave here. Not forever. Rory looked at him. Why? Because the door is always open. And the rain never stops. He turned back to the bar. He began to scrub a stain that wasn’t there. Rory watched the stain appear. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the keys to her flat. She dropped them on the counter. They clattered against the wood. Eva’s coat was still there. Rory reached for the door. She grabbed the handle. She turned back. Where are you going? Outside. The rain is bad. I know. Rory opened the door. The sound of the city rushed in. She stepped out into the wet pavement. She didn’t look back.