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Aurora pulled the door open after the last deadbolt slid free. The hallway bulb cast a sharp rectangle of light across the threshold and into the cramped room beyond where books and scrolls covered the table, the couch, and the floor. Ptolemy the tabby lifted his head from a stack of notes on ley lines and blinked. Lucien stood in the opening. His charcoal suit covered the lean frame without creasing. Platinum hair stayed slicked into place. The ivory cane tip rested on the worn boards. One eye held the warm tone of polished amber and the other absorbed the surrounding dark. Why show up here without a call. Her arms folded across her chest. The movement drew the sleeve back along her left wrist and exposed the small crescent scar from the old fall. Curry scents drifted upward from the restaurant below and mixed with the flat's layers of paper and dust. The matter pulled me back to the city. A packet arrived through your route at the restaurant. It carries markings from my father's realm. Lucien crossed into the space when she did not block the way. The cane tapped once on the floorboards. His free hand reached inside the jacket and produced a folded sheet marked with symbols that caught the low lamp glow. Aurora turned to the table and swept several scrolls aside to make room. Piles shifted and settled. Ptolemy jumped down and circled the new arrival before pressing against one dark trouser leg. Ev an signed for it without a clue what he carried. The item opens gateways when mishandled. She took the paper and spread it flat. One finger traced the outer circle where ink still smelled fresh. Her shoulder-length black hair fell forward and screened part of her face from view. He was meant to stay in Cardiff. The reason I left that city sits in his past actions. Why track him now. The gate requires closure before wider damage spreads. Your old ties place you in the middle of the pattern. Lucien draped his jacket over the back of a cleared chair. The tailored fabric settled against faded upholstery. His weight shifted to one foot while the cane leaned against the table edge. The two-tone eyes stayed fixed on her profile. Aurora straightened the corners of the map without lifting her gaze from the symbols. The small flat compressed the distance between them. The air carried both his faint trace of old books and something sharper from the other realm. You disappeared after the night near the water. No message. No reason offered. I focused on deliveries and the flat above the bar instead of pursuing answers. Isolation follows when the blood from Avaros surfaces. Return would have risked more exposure than either of us needed at that stage. His hand rested on the table near hers but did not touch. The proximity sent a subtle current along the space between skin. Ptolemy meowed once and wove between their legs before settling back on the couch arm. Aurora moved to the single window and parted the thin curtain. Street lights from Brick Lane vendors bounced off passing cars and entered the room in short bursts. She kept her back to the center while her fingers gripped the fabric. Attraction drew us close the first time you brought information on the threats circling London. The same pull lingered through talks at the bar. Then the departure left the rest hanging without resolution. I lacked words for the shift inside me. The fixer's role demands distance from attachments that weaken focus. Lucien stepped closer to the window without crowding. His cane remained behind. The motion brought the edge of his sleeve against her arm for a brief second before he withdrew. She faced the room again and collected a fallen scroll near the door. The paper crackled under her hands as she rolled it tight and placed it on a higher shelf. The action slowed the rapid beat in her chest. Evan's involvement changes nothing between us. I handle my past. You return for the object alone. The item connects to both. Your quick handling of deliveries places the route in the path. We travel to the bar tonight to secure it. Aurora retrieved her coat from the hook beside the entrance. She slid one arm through then the other without hurrying. The fabric settled over her shoulders and hid the scar from immediate view. The wind outside the flat carried the evening chill typical of East London streets. We walk the distance or we do not. Lucien reclaimed the cane and gave it a slight turn in his grip. The concealed blade stayed hidden inside the ivory. His posture remained straight despite the three deadbolts still lined along the door frame. Aurora opened the top lock first then the middle. The final one released with a heavier click. Ptolemy watched from the couch as the pair stepped into the stairwell. The hallway light followed them downward past the curry house entrance where steam and voices rose from the kitchen below. Along the pavement the bricks underfoot held the day's warmth. Vendors called out to late customers. Lucien matched her stride without drawing ahead. His shoulder bumped hers once when a passerby forced them closer to the curb. The concerns stack with the object and the one who handled it. The realm connection through my father adds layers that require explanation once the immediate risk passes. Aurora kept her hands in her coat pockets. The fabric buffered the cool air yet not the memory of shared moments before the parting. Street signs for Silas' establishment grew nearer with each block crossed. The bar's lower level would offer the space to examine the packet without the flat's clutter. Your current living situation above the establishment places access within reach. They passed an alley where shadows lengthened under a single bulb. Aurora glanced sideways. The amber eye and black eye met the look without evasion. The complicated terms from before remain. Attraction persists despite the interval. Hurt from the silence sits underneath. The questions stay open until addressed without interruption. Lucien nodded once. His free hand brushed the cane handle in a habitual motion. The two continued side by side as the bar sign swung in a light breeze from the river direction. Eva's research notes on similar gateways remained behind in the flat. The tabby would guard them until return. The packet symbols glowed faintly when held at an angle under passing street illumination. Aurora paused at the intersection before the final turn. A delivery van from Golden Empress rolled past with familiar logo on the side. The route home lies ahead. The choice to enter together hinges on clearing the gate before further contact from the other side surfaces. Lucien waited at her side. His suit absorbed the darker tones of the evening. The cane tip aligned with a groove in the sidewalk.