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The door opened a sliver before the deadbolt clicked home. Light spilled across the threshold. Rory stood frozen in the gap between the hallway and the room. Her breath caught in her throat. She held the frame with both hands, exposing the smooth circle of her left wrist. Lucien stepped inside. The air shifted as he crossed the threshold. He smelled like expensive soap and ozone. He wore the charcoal suit that fit him like a second skin. The ivory handle of the cane caught the light from the hallway bulb above the door. Doors don't stay open like this by chance. You knew I'd come. Rory crossed the room. She walked on tiptoes near the stack of scrolls. The desk cluttered her space with notes. She set the frame back into the wall. What did she expect? I need the papers. I need the spellwork on the file. The desk chair spun. Rory sat down. Her black hair fell across her shoulders. She looked tired. Her eyes flashed with blue sparks. She watched him wipe the cane against the floor. You broke the rules three months ago. The package I gave you. It never came. I got it. I lost it. It doesn't matter. It matters. It matters because I can find you a new one, Rory. If you help me. She stopped spinning the pen in her palm. Her knuckles whitened. She looked at the books lining the top shelf. Scrolls stacked on top of other scrolls. You're never going to find a new one. The recipe. It's gone with me. It doesn't have to be yours. There are others. You have the connection. I just need the access. Rory stood up. She walked past him. He didn't block the way. He didn't touch the door. Don't touch the door. That's all you want. A way in. A way out. I want the leverage, Carter. You don't want the leverage. You want the girl. The room grew quieter. Dust motes floated in the shafts of light above the floorboards. The only noise was the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. I didn't stay for the leverage. I stayed for the debt. You ran. You left me holding the ends of the rope. I ran because it was safer. You know I hate it when you lie. I wasn't lying. I was protecting myself. Was I not right to leave the past? To close the deal and walk away? You walked away. I bled in the rain. Someone used my name. I almost died in Cardiff. Rory reached for the door handle again. She stopped her hand on the metal. Her breath stopped in her chest. She turned away from the knob. The scar on her left wrist tightened as the memory of old cuts flared. That wasn't me. You made that. You said that you wouldn't come back for me. I said that I'd forget you. You didn't forget. I saw you. I saw you standing in the bar. I saw you watching me leave the shop. I was being followed. You knew. I didn't let you be followed. I was busy. Busy is overrated. Why hide it? Silence filled the room. Rory stepped forward. She reached out a hand. She didn't hold him close. She just let her fingers trail across his charcoal sleeve. Lucien is half-demon. He says he's human. He doesn't have to be. He never does. I said I was busy because I was going. You get that. Then you got me. You dragged me back into this hell. Rory handed him a small paper. It was the back of an envelope. A letter from the old days. A promise. Take the paper. This ends tonight. You can't end something I made. You made a situation in Cardiff. You left a man to choke on smoke. You wanted to clear your debt. You wanted to move. She folded the paper. She put it in his pocket. She didn't move close enough to bridge the gap. She stood back on the balcony of the room. This isn't about the debt anymore. It's about us. Rory turned away from him. She moved toward the bed. Her left wrist trembled. She laid the paper on the nightstand. She didn't look back at his face. Her head hung low. She didn't cry. Her voice stayed low, but steady. We were in this once. In Paris. You knew I wanted to stay in London. You stayed too. You told me to take the job. You told me to be safe. I let you go. I told you to be safe. I didn't tell you to be alone. Then you came back. You wanted me to get the papers. I came back because I needed the papers. Because... I needed you. That's it. You need me. I need the leverage. And the woman. Rory lifted her head. Her eyes locked with his. She didn't blink. Her blue irises swallowed the amber and black. She stepped closer. She moved her cane out of the way. Give me your kerchief. Lucien reached for his pocket. He pulled out a handkerchief. He handed it to her. I don't want that. Rory took it. She didn't wipe her face. She just held the cloth. Give me the paper. We can leave. Lucien shivered. He looked down at the floor. The cane clicked. I have one return ticket. You have to come with me. I can't. Tell me why Y-Fei trust you. Because of the job. He saved me. He paid. I owe him. I told him you're mine now. It's a metaphor. I meant a position. Rory stepped toward the window. She looked out over the street. The lights flickered. The curry place. They're closing. Rory didn't look back. The door slammed shut hard. I knew it.