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The deadbolts clicked. Three metallic deadlocks yielded against the lock cylinder, each one surrendering a fraction of the invitation. The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges. Cold London air would have bit through the gap, but the street was dry and fog misted the bricks. Aurora stepped back, letting the frame shift on the track. She registered the key turning in the second after she had pulled the chain. Someone was there. Eva wasn't home. Ptolemy stood on the banister of the landing, tail twitching. He was a tabby cat with white paws and ears too broad for his skull. The floor creaked under a shift of weight. The scent of dirt and expensive soap cut through the smell of curry from the shop below. Aurora turned. She caught the platinum hair against the dim glass of the window. The spark at the corner of his mouth was the same as it had been years ago. Lucien stepped inside. The room swayed. The corridor books clattered to the table. A stack of scrolls knocked against the aggressive heat of the radiator. His cane was high and ivory, the handle tight enough to cut glass. He wore the suit like armor. Charcoal wool on the shoulders, pressed perfectly. He ignored the rain on the floor. He did not look at her shoes. He looked at her. "I heard you were in London." His voice was smooth like cold tea. Aurora didn't move closer. Her bag on the sofa was a half-unpacked heap of delivery jackets and legal papers. "You didn't knock." "You own the door you walk through." Lucien lifted his cane from the floor. He tapped it once against the grain of the wood. "I suppose I can come back later." "No." Aurora crossed her arms. The scar on her left wrist flexed tight against her skin. She hated touching that bruise in anger. "It was a mistake for me to come." He kept his hand inside his jacket pocket. He looked toward the kitchen tray. "I thought we could resolve the contract." "We did not have a contract." The bookshelf rattled a little above them as she sneezed. Ptolemy meowed. Lucien stared at the cat. "I heard you were killing yourself on delivery routes." Lucien moved to the table. He put the cane down near his feet. "You smell like grease and cabbage water." Aurora laughed. It came dry, sharp. "Move." "Why did you leave me?" He spread his hands. The hands were clean. "I didn't leave you." Aurora said. Her gaze dropped to the floor. "I left for my job." "You left for me." Lucien stepped closer. His heterochromatic eyes were wide and dark. One amber and one black. "No." She pushed past the table. Her hip grazed the edge of the shelf. Books slid on the floor. "I left because it was not real." "Nothing here is real." Lucien stepped around the bookshelf. Fog of breath rose in the draft. He circled her until he was close enough to feel the heat from the body. "Where do you want me to go?" Her eyes flicked toward the window. "Go home." "I am not going home." He grabbed her elbow. The skin was cool. "Too dangerous to sleep there." "She works down below." Lucien looked at the cat. "Ptolemy is too noisy." Aurora pulled back. "Stop." He stopped. The distance between them filled with air. Static built and made the hair rise. "I did not tell you I knew about the demon." Aurora's breath hitched. She knew Lucien knew about some things. She didn't know everything. "He knows now." Lucien said. He looked down at her lips. Aurora wiped her hand against the table. The wood was rough. "He knows now." "I am not a threat." Lucien placed his hand on the table. The ring on the finger was heavy. "I want to spend time with you." "You want to spend time with me." Aurora crossed the room. "We broke up." "I was not ready to lose you." Lucien opened the jacket. He stepped forward. "I am not ready for you now. We need to stay together." "We broke." Aurora grabbed his sleeve. Her mouth was dry. "Now is not the time." "You are right." Lucien faced her. His eyes were wide. "I did not come for advice." Aurora stepped back. The space was narrow. The wall was near her shoulder. Lucien leaned in. His breath brushed her neck. "I told you I would not forget." "You didn't tell me anything." Aurora's voice lowered. "I tell you enough." Lucien's fingers reached for her hair. He tugged. "It is not enough." "Let go." "I don't want to let go." Aurora lifted her chin. She stared into the uneven pupil of his face. "I want you to move." "I am not moving." Lucien said. He stepped forward. The cat sat on the table. The shadow of the paper moved down the wall. "We will not be happy here." Aurora said. "We will be happy." "Lucien." Aurora stopped. Her breath was visible. "You are a demon." "I am a fixer." Lucien showed a hand. The skin was pale. A bit of the claw was visible. Aurora looked. She did not look away. "You are a demon." "I am a demon." Lucien took her hand. His fingers curled around her. The weight of his hand was heavy. It felt real. It felt cold. "Put me down." Aurora whispered. "I will let go." Lucien moved back. He put the cane in his pocket. "I don't want to be put down." Aurora said. Lucien smiled. The smile was not a smile of victory. It was a smile of the man who knew the truth. "I told you I would not let you go." Aurora looked at the door. The alleyway was open. It smelled like rain and smoke. "I did not come here for a fight." "I know." "Then do not leave." "I will not leave." Lucien turned to the radio. It hummed on the table. The air in the room had cooled. The scent of coffee and wood was gone. Lucien's presence filled the small kitchen. "I will move you." "I don't want that." "I will move you." Lucien stepped closer. "To a place I can protect you from." "I don't want to be protected." "Life is not safe." "I know that." Aurora turned her back. The scar on her wrist was hidden by her sleeve. She saw the reflection of her eyes in the small mirror on the shelf. "I will stay." Lucien said. The voice was deep and heavy. "I need to pack." "I will do it." Lucien moved to the sofa. He began to pull her bag to the side. "Lucien." Aurora stopped. "I know you are tired." He walked past her. "I will clean." "I don't want you to clean." "Clean." He lifted the bag. Aurora stepped forward. Her hands were empty. The room was quiet. She saw the movement in his face. The muscles in the jaw tightened. "Why are you here?" Aurora said. "Because I cannot find you anywhere." He looked at her. The amber eye was bright. "You are the only one who can do this job." Aurora looked at the cat. The cat stared back. "I am not a tool." "You are not a tool." Lucien reached down to the floor. "I am a tool." Aurora looked at him. "What do you mean?" "I am a tool." Lucien looked up. He did not speak. "We are tools." "No." He rubbed his thumb against the ring. "I am not." Lucien stepped away. He placed the cane against the window. "I am not." He stepped closer. He stood very close. "We are both broken." "I am not broken." "Then fix me." "I will not fix you." "Fix me." He lifted his chin. Aurora took a breath. The air felt cool. Her hand moved. She stepped forward. "Don't say that again." "Say what?" "That you are broken." "I am broken." "Then I will break you." Lucien looked at her. His face was blank. "I will not break you." "Then you are not fixed." "I am fixed." "Then show me." Aurora moved closer. She leaned in. Her mouth was open. Lucien stared at her. "Do not." She looked back. "Do not start." "I will not start." Lucien said. "We are not here." "I know." "I do not know what to do." "I know." Aurora turned. She looked at the bookshelf. The books were heavy. The floor was cold. "I will stay." Lucien said. "I know." "I will pack." "I know." The room stayed quiet. They stood apart. Aurora looked at him. He looked at her. "I will do it." Lucien nodded. "I will pack." Aurora nodded back. She put her hand on the door knob. The wood was warm. "Open." Lucien said. She turned. "Aurora." "Yes." "Stay." "I will not." "Then go." She stopped. Her eyes were still on the knob. "I will stay." "Stay." "I am not going." Lucien nodded. He moved to the door. He knocked three times. "I will stay." Lucien said. He opened the door. The hallway was empty. The air was cold. The fog moved in. "I will stay." He turned back. Aurora looked at him. She walked past. She left the door shut. She locked it. The silence filled the room. The cat sat. Aurora turned back. Lucien stood in the corner. He was still. "I said open." Aurora moved the door again. It slid. "I said stay." Lucien said. "I said go." Lucien moved. He took a step forward. The cane was in the air again. "Stay." Aurora said. "Stay." He said. They stood still. Aurora looked at the hallway. The books were on the floor. The dust coated the air. "I said go." "He said stay." "He said go." "He said stay." "I said go." "He said go." "He said stay." Aurora pulled her hand. Her fingers were tight. She opened the door. The rain hit the glass. "I will go." She stepped back. Lucien watched her. He did not move. "I will not go." He said. She turned her face. The light was gone. "Go." "We are together." "We are not." "Yes." Aurora closed the door. The deadbolts clicked. Two of three locks. I cannot decide. I will not decide.