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The door opened three inches, on the limit of one of Eva's brilliantly installed chains. Bright blue eyes scanned the hallway below before settling on him, widening just slightly. "Luc?" Lucien Moreau offered a slight bow of his head, a motion so precise it might have been measured. "Aurora. I see your wards are still in place." The crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist stood out pale against her olive skin as she reached up, unhooking the chain with deliberate fingers. "You should know. You helped me reinforce them." The door opened wider, revealing the cluttered interior of Eva's flat above the curry house. Ptolemy, the tabby cat, wound himself around her ankles before taking in Lucien with a slow blink. Lucien stepped over the threshold, the ivory handle of his cane catching the dim light of the flat. "The situation has changed since I last saw you. We need to talk." "That's what you said last time, Lucien." Aurora crossed her arms, the defensive posture emphasizing the curve of her shoulder-length black hair over her frame. "In between theCtxill meetings and the demon-hunting expeditions." "Exactly. Which is why I'm here now." Lucien unbuttoned his charcoal suit jacket and sank into the overstuffed armchair despite not being invited. "Your friend Eva has gotten herself into rather more trouble than usual." Aurora's eyes flashed. "What did you do to her this time?" "Nothing that can't be fixed. Not yet, at least." Lucien leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "But she needs your particular... skills. And mine, of course." "There is no 'of course' about anything involving you, Luc." Aurora moved to the window, putting her back to him, her shoulders rigid with tension. "You disappeared for three months without a word." "I had matters to attend to in Marseille." The words were simple, the statement calm, though something flickered in his heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—than fell back to a carefully neutral expression. "And you couldn't call? Or text? Maybe leave a vague sollte message at some point before reappearing at my door?" She turned then, and the fragility in her voice contrasted sharply with the defiance in her posture. "You know what I've been through, Lucien. You of all people knew I needed—" "Reliability?" He finished gently. "Yes. But also had some understanding of the worlds we navigate." "Don't patronize me." Aurora stamped her foot, causing Ptolemy to jump from the windowsill with an indignant meow. "After what Evan did to me, after everything I told you... I thought we had something, something real. And then you just vanish." "We did have real," Lucien said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. "That's precisely why I needed time away, Aurora. To deal with... complications." "Complications," she echoed sarcastically. "That's what you call a relationship?" "I call it necessity." Lucien stood then, crossing the room with that precision that was so characteristic of him. He stopped just inches from her, the quietly expensive scent of his cologne filling the space between them. "My demon heritage comes with... expectations. My father's reach is longer than you might imagine." Aurora's breath hitched as his proximity sent a jolt of awareness through her. She hated how her body remembered the feel of him, how it responded against all logic and self-preservation. "I found that out the hard way, didn't I?" she said, stepping back until her shoulders pressed against the wall. "Remember that rather spectacular demonic manifestation while we were dodging Mindsweepers in Knightsbridge?" Lucien's lips quirked. "Baldrick nearly drowned in that fountain. That was rather amusing." "For you, perhaps." Aurora's fingers fluttered to her wrist, touching the scar absently. "For me, it was a pretty solid reminder that you're not entirely human, and that I have very little understanding of what that means." "Which is precisely the point, Laila." He’d used the rarely used Alias, one that implied more intimacy than she was comfortable with at the moment. "My occasional absences are part of managing that part of my existence. Keeping certain parties away from you." "You said you'd always protect me." Aurora studied his face—Sharp angles, intelligent eyes, lips that were both cruel and tender. "But disappearing after I find a severed demon hand in my grocery bag doesn't exactly inspire confidence, Lucien." The lines around Lucien's eyes tightened almost imperceptibly. "It was meant to be a message to me, not a threat to you. Still, you handled it better than most would have." "Eva taught me a thing or two about supernatural problems since I left Cardiff." Aurora watched him, reading the subtle shifts of his expression. "What's really going on, Lucien? Why are you here, truly?" "Eva's obtained something that a great many people would kill for." Lucien paced to the bookshelves, running a manicured finger along the spines of ancient tomes. "A map of ley line intersections in London. The kind that could make controlling certain... processes significantly easier for the right party." "And the wrong party?" "The wrong party could cause a supernatural catastrophe on a scale this city has never seen." Lucien turned back to her, his expression grave. "Eva's lost control of it. She's holed up in a safe house, being hunted by my former associates and others I can't even begin to explain to you." "And you need my quick thinking," Aurora said, understanding dawning. "The delivery person's perspective because she looks at things without preconceptions." "If you put it that way." Lucien approached once more, giving her space but standing close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The amber in his eye seemed to burn brighter when his emotions ran high. "I'm asking for your help, Aurora." "I'm not without resources, you know," she said, trying to ignore how her heartbeat accelerated in his presence. "Eva and I have systems in place." "Oh, I certainly know you have resources." Lucien's voice softened. "You've survived every supernatural threat we've faced together, haven't you?" "Because you were there to clean up my messes." Aurora studied his face, the scar above his left eyebrow, the faintest shadow on his jaw. "And to get me out of tight spots." "Burn stains on the brick behind the old warehouse. The truck door you ripped off its hinges while wearing that rather fetching red dress." Lucien smiled then, genuine and warm. "You and I, we've made quite the team, haven't we?" "We did," Aurora conceded, her frustration momentarily overshadowed by the memory of them working together, her impulsiveness balanced by his precision. "Until you left." "Until I had to make certain arrangements." Lucien's expression turned serious again. "I won't lie to you, Aurora. This situation is dangerous. More dangerous than anything we've faced." "It could be my life on the line," she said, watching him. "Possibly," he agreed. "But I'll be with you. I won't let anything happen—until it goes wrong or until you specifically tell me you want no part of it." The clarity of his response caught her off guard. "That's your power move? General honesty?" "Honesty is rare in my world, Laila. And yours now too, by extension." Lucien reached out, touched her wrist near the scar, his thumb brushing across the pale crescent shape. "Practical and unavoidable as I am, I do care for you. I have missed you. And I cannot do this without you." Aurora felt the warm tingle where his thumb rested, the scar a constant reminder of her past bravery and vulnerability. She considered him, the flawlessly tailored suit, the carefully controlled demeanor that hid layers of complexity. The man who had disappeared and returned again. "You and I," she said softly, "we haven't finished our conversation." "No," Lucien agreed. "We haven't." "What happens if I say no?" "I respect your choice." His thumb slid from her wrist. "I'll handle Eva's situation alone, though I'd prefer not to." "And you wouldn't disappear on me again?" Lucien's expression softened into something approaching vulnerability. "I cannot promise never to leave you again, Aurora. But if I do, it will be with an explanation. And I will return." She weighed his words—his history, his well-honed skills, the Vergangenheit they shared, the present danger Eva faced, and her undeniable connection to Lucien despite the hurt. "When?" she finally asked. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "When do we leave?" Aurora moved past him, toward the small desk where Eva's research still lay scattered. "We'll need equipment, for one thing. Not to mention a plan." Lucien's features transformed into one of pure delight—a rare, dazzling smile that transformed his usually austere face into something almost too beautiful to gaze upon. "I have a secure location a few streets away. We can gather what we need there." She nodded without turning around. "Fine. But Lucien?" "Hmm?" "Don't expect this to be simple. This 'helping' thing you want from me doesn't mean we've resolved... everything." "I wouldn't dare assume such a thing." Lucien's voice carried genuine respect. "But I am profoundly grateful that you're willing to help us navigate this." Aurora picked up a pen, flicking it between her fingers as she studied the map spread out on Eva's desk. "Eva's going to kill us both if we drag her into more trouble than she already created." "Possible." Lucien stood beside her, close enough that the heat of him anchored her. "Highly probably, in fact. But I find that with you by my side, danger somehow feels more temperate." Aurora's mouth quirked despite herself. "You're polishing your lines again, Frenchman." "But do they work?" The smile was there again, so rare and detectable that it stole her breath momentarily. Aurora took a steadying inhale. "Pack your bags. We have work to do." "Excellent." Lucien turned toward the door, then paused. "I did miss you, you know. Every single chaotic, impressive day of it." In the quiet flat, surrounded by the clutter of magical research and the watchful eyes of Ptolemy, something in Aurora's chest unknotted slightly. The invitation wasn't what she'd wanted, the circumstances were terrible, and their unspoken wounds still pressed between them. But as she watched Lucien prepare to face danger once again beside her, she found herself strangely comforted by his presence—even his complicated, inconvenient one—and answered unspoken sentiments that hovered between them like a physical object. "Yeah," she acknowledged softly as they moved toward the door. "I missed you too."