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The third deadbolt slid back with a heavy metallic click. Rory stepped into the narrow hallway. Lucien stood on the landing, rain slicking the shoulders of his charcoal wool coat. Water beads gathered at the tips of his platinum hair. He held the ivory-handled cane steady against the damp stone floor. One amber eye caught the dim bulb. The other swallowed the light. He did not move. She kept her weight on the balls of her feet. The chain lock hung between them. You look like hell. Lucien exhaled. His gaze tracked past her shoulder into the flat. Stacks of paper climbed the walls. A tabby cat stretched along a bookshelf. Three deadbolts still secured the door behind him. I needed to see you. Rory’s fingers tightened on the edge of the door. The crescent scar on her left wrist burned. She remembered the exact shade of his stare the night she walked away. Remembered the weight of his hands on her waist. Remembered the silence that followed. You show up at one in the morning. You look like you rolled out of a gutter. And you tell me you needed to see me. He stepped forward. The hinge groaned. She did not close the door. He caught the scent of old paper and cardamom. His cane tapped once against the threshold. I found what we were looking for. Rory shook her head. The words landed like stones in shallow water. We are not a we. Not anymore. You made that clear when you left the warehouse. When you let the men walk. Lucien’s jaw tightened. He shifted his weight. The wool of his suit pulled across broad shoulders. He reached into his coat pocket. Pulled out a leather folio. Tapped it against his thigh. They had leverage. I bought time. By making a deal. By keeping you breathing. Rory’s breath hitched. She crossed her arms. The fabric of her shirt strained against her ribs. Ptolemy leapt down from the shelves. Rubbed his flank against Lucien’s polished shoe. The cat purred. A low, rumbling sound that filled the narrow space. You always did care more about the job. I cared about the outcome. The outcome left me standing alone in the rain. Lucien’s heterochromatic eyes locked onto hers. The amber side caught the hallway light. The black side held still. He stepped inside. The door swung shut behind him. His shoulder brushed hers. Warmth radiated through the wool. She did not move away. I came back. Because you lost your leverage. Because I could not stay away. Rory turned her head. His face hovered inches from hers. She traced the line of his jaw. The stubble along his cheek cast shadows. She remembered how those hands felt wrapped around her wrists. How his breath had felt against her neck. How the silence had fractured them. You left without a word. I left to keep you safe. You left to keep yourself clean. Lucien’s free hand rose. Fingers hovered near her jaw. Stopped. Dropped back to his side. His cane tapped twice against the floorboards. You think I wanted to walk away. I know you did. You stood there while they counted the money. You did not even look back. I looked back. Every step of the way. Rory’s chest tightened. She stepped closer. The space between them vanished. She could see the pulse jumping in his throat. Could smell the rain and sandalwood and something sharper, something like ozone and burnt sugar. His demon blood hummed in the air. Her skin prickled. Say it then. Say what. Why you really left. Lucien’s gaze dropped to her mouth. Lingered. Tracked back up to her eyes. His fingers twitched at his sides. Because I knew I would not let you go. Rory’s breath caught. She pressed her forehead against his chest. Felt the steady thrum of his heart. Felt the rigid line of his shoulders. Felt the warmth seeping through the charcoal wool. Her hands slid up his coat. Found the lapels. Pulled him down. He did not resist. His free hand caught her hip. Squeezed. Drew her flush against him. The cane clattered to the floor. His fingers tangled in her black hair. Tilted her head back. His mouth hovered over hers. Waiting. Asking. She closed the distance. Heat flared. Tongues met. Teeth scraped. A low sound tore from his throat. Her fingers dug into his coat. His other arm wrapped around her waist. Pulled her harder against him. The floorboards groaned. Paper rustled in the stacks. Ptolemy yawned on the rug. Lucien broke the kiss. Rested his forehead against hers. Breath came ragged. I still have the folio. Rory’s chest heaved. Her thumb brushed his lower lip. Wiped away a bead of moisture. Put it on the table. He stepped back. Grabbed the leather folder from the counter. Slid it onto a stack of receipts. Turned back. Closed the distance again. His hands found her waist. Dug into the fabric. Pulled her in. You stayed. I always stay. His mouth found her neck. Teeth grazed the sensitive skin below her ear. She gasped. Fingers fisted in his hair. He kissed lower. Found the pulse point. Sucked gently. She arched back. The chain lock on the door rattled from the draft. Lucien pulled back. Cupped her face. Thumbs traced her cheekbones. I will not leave again. Rory’s lips parted. Her bright blue eyes darkened. She pressed her palm flat against his chest. Felt the heat rising under the wool. Do not promise what you cannot keep. I am not promising. I am telling you. He leaned in. Kissed her again. Deeper this time. Slower. His tongue claimed her mouth. Her hands slid down his arms. Found the ivory handle of his cane. Pushed it aside. Wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulled him into the bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them. Rain fell outside. The flat stayed still. The paper stacks held their breath. She guided them toward the edge of the narrow mattress. His hands moved to the buttons of his coat. Fumbled. Shrugged the wool free. It hit the floor with a heavy thud. His shirt followed. Heat radiated from his skin. The faint shimmer of a scar traced his collarbone. She recognized the mark. Recognized the night he took it for her. You kept bleeding on my floor that night. You kept stitching me up with shaking hands. Rory’s thumbs traced the ridge of muscle along his ribs. Felt the tension coiling under his skin. His gaze dropped to the small crescent scar on her left wrist. His fingers brushed the skin. Light as a breath. You never let me see this one before. You were not looking. I am looking now. Her pulse jumped under his touch. She caught his wrist. Pressed his palm flat against her chest. Felt the frantic rhythm beneath her ribs. His breath hitched. His eyes darkened. The black iris swallowed the amber whole. He leaned down. His mouth found the hollow of her throat. Sucked. Bitten gently. She arched into him. Fingers dug into his shoulders. Nails scored lines through the linen. He broke away. Stared down at her. The room held its breath. Rain drummed against the windowpane. Tell me to stop. Rory shook her head. Her hair spilled across his forearms. Her bright blue eyes locked onto his. Not a chance. He lifted her. Carried her to the bed. Lowered her onto the thin mattress. Followed her down. Knees bracketing her hips. Hands caging her shoulders. His weight settled over her. Warm. Heavy. Certain. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulled him close. His mouth met hers. Teeth clicked. Heat flared. Breaths tangled. The chain lock on the front door rattled again. A draft swept through the room. He did not break the kiss. His fingers slid beneath her shirt. Traced the curve of her spine. Found the small of her back. Squeezed. She arched into the pressure. Fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair. Pulled. He groaned. The sound vibrated against her lips. He rolled his hips. A hard line pressed against her thigh. She shifted. Met him. The mattress springs groaned. Paper crinkled on the floor. Ptolemy leapt onto the windowsill. Watched. Tail twitched. Lucien pulled back. Just enough. Rested his forehead against hers. Breath came fast. You are sure. I am certain. His mouth claimed hers again. Deeper. Slower. Hungrier. His hands moved to the zipper of her jeans. Fingers worked the metal. Slide down. Fabric parted. Skin met skin. Heat surged. She pushed his shoulders. Guided him down. His weight settled over her. Perfect. Solid. Right. The rain fell harder. The flat held the moment. The folio sat untouched on the counter. The deadbolts stayed fast. Nothing moved except the slow, deliberate slide of flesh against flesh. He paused. Eyes locked. Waiting. Asking. She wrapped her legs tighter around him. Pulled him in. Do not stop. He obeyed. The mattress dipped. The springs protested. His mouth found her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone. Teeth grazed. Sucked. Bitten. She gasped. Fingers dug into his back. Nails scored lines through sweat-slicked skin. He shifted. Adjusted. Settled. Breath held. Eyes met. Bright blue met heterochromatic dark. The room tightened. The rain fell. The moment stretched. He pushed forward. Resistance met pressure. Heat flared. Breath escaped. The mattress groaned again. Outside, a siren wailed. Inside, the air grew thick. Slow. Deliberate. Rhythm found. Bodies moved. Hands tangled. Lips parted. Words stayed unspoken. The history hung heavy. The attraction burned hotter. Nothing resolved. The scene held. The beat continued.