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The key metched the lock with a sharp click. Aurora froze. She listened to the silence before opening the front door. A lock snapped into place behind her. She slipped inside. The hallway smelled of old paper and dust. Books covered every surface. Scrolls lay on the desk. Papers trapped fingers in the stacks. Aurora scanned the room. The door was the right one. She надеялась nobody else came in. She checked the latch. She threw the bolt. A figure stood in the doorway. The cane splintered the wood floor. Ivory handle glinted in the hall light. Lucien stepped into the shadow. Platinum hair stuck to skin. Amber and black eyes fixed on her skin. He wore a charcoal suit. Black shirts tied tight at the collar. The cane nowhere near right hand. It hung against the fabric. "You're not supposed to be here." Lucien didn't blink. He waited for dust to fall from the desk. "I have work." Lucien stepped forward. He did not make room. He blocked the door. The room shrunk around him. Aurora backed away. Her heart beat against ribs. The scar prickled on the left wrist. A crescent mark from a childhood accident. "I paid you to stay safe." "I am safe now." "You're not." Lucien moved the cane. The tip pointed toward the rug. He tapped the ground. "The apartment upstairs. They're looking for you." "They sent a letter to the wrong address." "Then the rent goes unpaid." Lucien backed away. He turned the bookshelf. Books rattled against floorboards. He walked to the desk. He picked up a phone. He held the receiver high. Aurora saw the black screen. He did not reach for a line. He held the phone loosely in his hand. "Give it to me." "I gave you the money." "Did you." Lucien dragged one finger across the screen. He set the phone on the desk. The receiver stayed still. He pointed at the wall. "You need an alibi." "I have a job." "I didn't say I'd find the job." Lucien stopped. He leaned his cane against the wall. The ivory touched the plaster. He looked at the scar on her wrist. He saw the crescent cut. He remembered the burn he healed on the skin when she came home. He saw the blood on the floor. He didn't speak. He didn't move. "You said you didn't want this life." "I said you were right." "So you stayed." Lucien stepped back. He let his hair move. It fell over his shoulder. "I stayed." Ptolemy called from the bed. A tabby miaowed. The cat jumped on the couch. It clawed the fabric. The rug moved. The floorboards groaned. Aurora ignored the noise. She watched Lucien's breathing. "Why do you look at me?" Lucien looked. His black eyes narrowed. "You're in trouble." "I'm running." "I can fix the problem." "We don't fix that problem." Lucien dropped the cane. It hit the rug. The wood hit. He stood two feet away. He did not move his hands. He held them at his stomach. He did not reach. Aurora watched the muscles tense. He was a demon and a human. "If you refuse the extraction." "We covered this." Lucien stepped across the line. He pushed the chair. The leg pivoted. He didn't care. "I know you're not running." "I am." "You're standing still." Aurora stepped aside. She avoided the chair. She walked to the balcony. She looked through the window. The rain looked heavy outside. She moved closer to the glass. The wind broke her. The glass felt cold. "I'm telling Eva." Lucien held out a hand. He did not wave. He held the palm flat. She did not touch the surface. Her fingers hovered. She held the breath pinned in the chest. She did not look away. "I did not want to see the scar red." Lucien looked at the hand. He saw the crescent cut. He pulled the hand forward. He touched the skin. He did not apologize. He let the fingers touch. He did not care about the blood. "It hurts." "I know." Lucien stepped back. "I don't stop." Aurora pressed her back against the balcony railing. She did not move. She felt the wind. She did not answer. "If you go with me." Aurora looked at him. She did not blink. She saw the heterochromic eyes. Black and Amber. She saw the teeth. She saw the scar. "Go." Lucien turned. He took the cane. He set it in the doorframe. He did not leave a mark. He looked back at her one last time. "The rain stops." "Then I stay." He smiled. The smile did not break his face. It changed his eyes. He turned away. He walked out. He did not close the door. He left it open. The air moved. The books crinkled. The cat scratched the plush. Aurora turned. The wind blew. She did not close the door. She stepped inside. She looked down. She looked at the scarf. She picked it up. She did not put it back. The light flickered. The bookshelf swayed. The phone rang. It stopped. The silence grew.