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The knock came at three in the morning. It cut through the low hum of the bar below, a rhythmic pounding that vibrated through the floorboards of the flat. Aurora sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cold air bit at her skin. She pulled her robe tight and walked to the door. She peered through the peephole. The hallway light flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow on the figure standing outside. Lucien Moreau. He wore a charcoal suit that cost more than her monthly rent. Rain slicked his platinum hair back against his skull. He leaned on his ivory cane. Aurora unlocked the deadbolt. She opened the door. Lucien stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. He shook the rain from his coat. The scent of ozone and expensive tobacco followed him in. He closed the door behind him. The lock clicked. You look terrible. Rory crossed her arms. Her left wrist ached, the old scar pulling tight against the skin. She kept her hands hidden in the folds of her robe. So do you. Lucien walked past her into the small living space. He set the cane against the wall. The blade inside the handle caught the light. He stopped in the center of the room. His eyes scanned the clutter of books and takeout boxes. One iris burned amber, the other swallowed the darkness. I didn't come for pleasantries. Then why are you here? The bar downstairs was loud tonight. A fight broke out near the end of the shift. Rory leaned against the doorframe. She watched his hands. They were steady. Too steady. I need a favor. You don't do favors. You do transactions. Lucien smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a folded envelope. He held it out. Take it. Rory didn't move. She stared at the paper. The seal was broken. What is it? Names. Locations. The people who hired the hit on your ex. Evan? Lucien nodded. Why now? It's been six months. Time changes things. Rory pushed off the doorframe. She walked toward him. She stopped an arm's length away. She could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like rain and old magic. You left London. You said you were done with this city. I was. And now you aren't? Lucien looked down at her. His gaze dropped to her wrist. He saw the scar. He reached out. His fingers hovered over the skin. He didn't touch. I found something. Something that puts you in danger. I'm not in danger. I'm a delivery driver. I drop off curry and go home. You work for Yu-Fei. You know the underworld. You know the risks. Rory pulled her hand away. She tucked her wrist behind her back. You didn't come here to save me. You came here because you need my access. Lucien straightened his jacket. He picked up his cane. He tapped the floor once. I came here because I couldn't find anyone else to trust. That's a lie. It's the truth. Rory laughed. It was a dry sound. She walked to the kitchen counter. She poured a glass of water. Her hand shook. She set the glass down hard. You broke my heart, Lucien. You walked away without a word. You left me to clean up the mess you made. I left to keep you safe. Safe? I was drowning. You knew that. Lucien stepped closer. He towered over her. He placed the envelope on the counter. I know. I saw what they did to you. I saw the bruise on your jaw. I saw the fear in your eyes. Rory turned to face him. Her blue eyes narrowed. You saw. And you did nothing. I was in Marseille. I was gathering the resources to burn them down. And now? Now they are close. Rory picked up the envelope. She weighed it in her hand. It felt heavy. She tore the seal. She pulled out a stack of papers. She scanned the top page. This is a list of safe houses. It is. Why give this to me? Because you have the key. Rory looked up. She held the papers tight. I don't have a key. You do. You just don't know it yet. Lucien turned toward the window. He looked out at the London skyline. The lights blurred in the rain. I have a car waiting downstairs. We leave in ten minutes. We? You and me. Rory set the papers down. She walked to the bedroom. She grabbed a jacket. She pulled on her boots. She laced them up quickly. She returned to the living room. If we go, we do it my way. Your way? We don't hide. We don't run. We find them. Lucien turned back. He raised an eyebrow. That is suicide. It's justice. Lucien studied her. He looked at the set of her jaw. He saw the fire in her eyes. It was the same fire that had drawn him in the first place. You have changed. I had to. Lucien nodded. He picked up his cane. He walked to the door. He opened it. The hallway light flickered again. Ten minutes. Rory grabbed her coat. She followed him to the door. She paused. She looked back at the flat. The books. The silence. The life she had built alone. She stepped out. She closed the door behind her. Lucien waited for her. He looked at her. Ready? Rory took a breath. She nodded. Let's go. They walked down the stairs. The bar below was quiet now. The staff had left. The smell of stale beer hung in the air. They pushed through the back door into the alley. The rain fell harder. It soaked through their clothes instantly. Lucien opened the car door. He held it for her. Rory slid into the passenger seat. She looked at the envelope on her lap. Where are we going? To the warehouse on the docks. Rory looked at him. You know where they are? I told you. I have the resources. The engine roared to life. The tires spun on the wet pavement. The car pulled away from the curb. Rory watched the flat disappear in the rearview mirror. The light in her window stayed on. Lucien drove with one hand. The other rested on the cane between his legs. You trust me? Rory looked at the road. The streetlights streaked past. I don't know. Then why are you coming? Because I need to know the truth. The truth about what? About why you really left. Lucien gripped the wheel. His knuckles turned white. It doesn't matter. It matters to me. Lucien didn't answer. He shifted gears. The car sped up. The city blurred into lines of grey and neon. Rory looked at her wrist. The scar throbbed. She pressed her thumb against it. Lucien glanced at her. He saw the gesture. It will be over soon. Don't make promises you can't keep. I never make promises. Rory looked out the window. A shadow moved across the street. A figure stood under a lamp post. It watched the car pass. Lucien saw it too. He didn't slow down. Did you see that? I saw it. Who was it? Someone who knows we are coming. Rory leaned forward. We should stop. No. We need to know who they are. They will follow us. Then let them. Lucien slammed on the brakes. The car skidded. The tires screeched against the wet asphalt. They stopped in the middle of the road. A truck honked behind them. The driver shouted something through the window. Lucien ignored him. He turned to Rory. Get out. What? Get out of the car. Rory unbuckled her seatbelt. She opened the door. The rain hit her face. She stepped onto the curb. Lucien got out. He walked around the hood. He stood in front of her. You need to go back. I'm not going back. You will die. I'm already dead, Lucien. I died the day you left. Lucien grabbed her arm. His grip was tight. He pulled her close. He looked into her eyes. I never stopped loving you. Rory stared at him. The rain ran down his face. It mixed with the tears she refused to shed. Then prove it. Lucien released her. He stepped back. He pointed down the street. Go. I will meet you at the warehouse. Rory turned. She ran. She didn't look back. She heard the car door slam. She heard the engine rev. She didn't stop until she reached the corner. She turned around. The car was gone. She stood alone in the rain. The envelope was gone. She patted her pockets. The papers were gone. Lucien had taken them. She looked down the street. The warehouse loomed in the distance. A single light burned in the window. Rory pulled her coat tighter. She started walking. Her boots splashed in the puddles. The scar on her wrist burned. She didn't care. She kept walking. She reached the warehouse door. It was locked. She knocked. No answer. She tried the handle. It turned. She pushed the door open. The inside was empty. Dust covered the floor. A single chair sat in the center of the room. Rory walked to the chair. She sat down. She waited. The sound of footsteps echoed from the shadows. A figure emerged. It was not Lucien. Rory stood up. She reached for the knife in her boot. The figure stepped into the light. It was a man she didn't know. He held a gun. You shouldn't have come. Rory didn't move. She kept her hand on the knife. Where is he? He is not here. Then why am I here? To die. Rory smiled. It was a cold smile. Not today. She lunged. The gun fired. The bullet missed her ear. She tackled the man. They hit the floor. The gun skittered away. Rory grabbed the knife. She held it to the man's throat. Tell me where he is. The man laughed. He bled from the nose. He is coming. Rory pressed the blade harder. A line of blood appeared. Where. The man stopped laughing. He looked at the door. Behind you. Rory turned. Lucien stood in the doorway. He held his cane. The blade was drawn. He looked at the man on the floor. I told you. Rory looked at Lucien. You came back. I told you. Rory stood up. She wiped the blood from her hand. She looked at the man. Let him go. Lucien nodded. He stepped forward. He kicked the man. The man groaned. He crawled away. He disappeared into the shadows. Lucien walked to Rory. He stopped in front of her. You are reckless. You are late. I had to make sure. Make sure of what? That you were alive. Rory looked at him. She saw the fear in his eyes. It was hidden, but it was there. I am alive. Lucien sheathed the blade. He tucked the cane away. Good. He reached out. He touched her cheek. His hand was warm. We have work to do. Rory covered his hand with hers. She didn't pull away. Yes. They stood in the silence of the warehouse. The rain hammered against the roof. The city waited outside. They had time. Just a little. Rory squeezed his hand. Let's finish this. Lucien nodded. He turned toward the door. After you. Rory stepped out into the rain. Lucien followed. The car waited at the curb. The engine idled. Rory opened the door. She got in. Lucien got in. The car drove away. The warehouse faded behind them. The night stretched out ahead. Rory looked at the envelope in her lap. She opened it. She read the names. She looked at Lucien. Who are they? People who hurt you. Rory closed the envelope. She put it on the dashboard. We will find them. We will. The car turned a corner. The lights of the city reflected in the wet glass. Rory watched them pass. She felt the weight of the past lift. Just a little. Lucien drove. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. Rory leaned her head back. She closed her eyes. She listened to the rain. It was enough. For now. The car sped up. The road stretched out. The destination waited. Rory opened her eyes. She looked at Lucien. Are you scared? Lucien glanced at her. Always. Rory smiled. Good. She turned her head. She watched the road. They drove into the dark.