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The green from the neon sign bled through the front window of The Raven's Nest and cut the dark inside into wet strips. Rain hit the pavement on Greek Street and hissed against the grilles over the basement flats. Inside, the air held beer and old paper and lemon peel, and the maps on the walls curled at the corners where the damp got in. Aurora wiped down the bar with a rag that left more damp than it lifted. The flat upstairs leaked again and the ceiling above the optics showed a new brown halo. Her hair still held the chill from the stairwell. The crescent scar on her left wrist caught the light when she turned her hand. Silas worked the far end, his bad leg propped on the rail under the counter. Hazel eyes on inventory. The silver signet on his right hand knocked against each bottle when he counted. His beard, grey shot through the auburn, moved when he chewed the inside of his cheek. The door opened and the bell knocked against the glass. A woman stepped in and shook rain off a camel coat that cost more than Aurora's rent for a month. Dark hair cut sharp at the jaw. A leather bag with clean corners. She scanned the room, faced the wrong kind of place for that coat, and her gaze snagged on Aurora. "Rory?" Aurora's hand stopped on the bar. The woman laughed once, short, and the sound broke. "No. No way." Aurora straightened. Her grip tightened on the rag until water ran down her knuckles. "Jess." Jess Williams crossed the floor in three strides and her heels clicked against the boards. She reached for Aurora and then checked herself and left her hands in the air for half a second before she dropped them back to her bag. "Christ. Look at you." "You cut your hair." "You still live above a bar? This bar? Silas' bar?" Jess turned in a half circle, took in the photographs in black and white, the shelves of books that nobody read, the low light. Aurora hung the rag over the tap. "I live upstairs. I help out some nights." "Right. Right, you said that on the phone. Two years ago. Three?" "Two." Jess pulled out a stool. The coat fell open and showed a dark suit underneath, white shirt, no creases. A silk pin at her collar. "You were in London. You never called back." The words landed flat. Silas looked up from his bottles. His eyes went from Jess to Aurora and back. He tapped the bar twice with his signet and went back to his count. He understood when to vanish without leaving. Aurora poured water into a glass and pushed it over. Her blue eyes fixed on the rim where a chip showed. "You look different." "You mean I look like a grown up." "I mean you look like you." Jess took the glass but did not drink. Her fingers had no ink on them anymore, no chipped black polish, no silver rings stacked to the knuckle. A single plain band on the second finger and a watch with a thin face. "Do you remember last time I saw you? You had pink in your hair. You were going to sue the university for charging us to print essays." "Pre-law made me radical." "Pre-law made you insufferable." Aurora cracked a smile despite herself. The old lines came back around her mouth. "You were supposed to come with me. We had the whole plan. Squat in Tottenham. Get jobs in a record shop." "I had finals." "You had Brendan on your back. You had Evan telling you that London was a dirty hole and you were too good for it." At the name, Aurora's shoulders pulled in. Jess saw it. Her face softened and then hardened again, quick. "Sorry. I shouldn't." "It's fine." "No, it isn't. I read about you and him in that group chat. Maya told me. After." Aurora busied her hands with bottle caps, lined them in a row, made order where there was none. "You left Cardiff and you just went dark. I thought you ghosted me. I thought you decided I was part of all that." "I did. For a while." The honesty sat between them. The rain hit harder and the neon buzzed and popped. Jess exhaled and the perfect posture slipped. "I passed the bar. Last spring." Aurora looked up fast. "You did?" "I did. Lincoln's Inn. I wore a wig. I looked like a sheepdog that lost a fight." "You hate wigs." "I do. I held a brief last month. Possession with intent. Kid from Butetown. Eighteen. I got him a community order." Aurora stared. The girl who once smoked behind the PE shed and forged absence notes with a flourish, who screamed along to Paramore till her throat bled, now spoke of community orders with the cadence of a person who believed in them. "Brendan will be proud." "Your dad wrote me a reference. He said I had grit. High praise from Brendan Carter." "He uses that word for his steak too." Jess laughed and this time it reached her eyes. "What about you? The restaurant still?" "Golden Empress. Yu-Fei still pays me peanuts and still makes the best char siu in Zone One." "And law? Cardiff?" Aurora shook her head. The black curtain of her hair swung. "Done. I quit in second year. You remember." "I remember you loved it. You knew every loophole before the lecturers did." "I loved winning arguments. I hated the rest." Jess leaned on the bar. The coat slipped off one shoulder. "You were better than me. At it. You always were." "I left. You stayed. You finished. You earned it." The words hung. Aurora wanted to take them back, soften the edge. She did not. Jess picked at the watch strap. The metal made a small tick when she turned it. "I kept your room the way you left it when you went to London the first time. For three months. Mum said you were coming back. I told everyone you would." "You shouldn't have." "I know." "I asked Eva to tell you not to wait. She said she did." "Eva told me you needed space. That's not the same as don't wait." Silas set a bottle down with more force than necessary. Glass rang against glass. He caught Aurora's eye and raised a brow. She gave a small shake of her head. Jess stared into the water glass. The ice sweated. "I saw Evan last year. In town. Outside the Castle. He asked about you." Aurora's hand went to her wrist. Thumb over the crescent scar. "What did you tell him?" "I told him to piss off and die." "Jess." "What? I did." Aurora let out a breath she had held since the door opened. A knot loosened low in her chest. "Thanks." "He looked small. That surprised me. You always made him sound huge." "He was." The bar settled back into its hum. Someone down the street shouted and a bus braked hard and sprayed water against the window. Inside, the maps rustled when the heater clicked on. Jess fiddled with her bag. She pulled out a card, thick stock, embossed letters, her name underneath Chambers in Temple. "You could call. Or come by. My clerk makes terrible coffee but he knows how to find people. If you ever want - if you ever think about - you know. Reapplying. Or anything." Aurora took the card. The edge bit into her fingertip. "I deliver noodles. I pour pints. I sleep above a bar that smells of old spies. Law feels far." "It is close. You are twenty five. That's nothing." "You sound like Brendan." "I sound like you from ten years ago. Before you decided small was safe." Aurora's blue eyes flashed. Cool and bright. The old temper that made teachers step back in class. "Small keeps the lights on. Small keeps me out of places where men like Evan think they own the room." Jess flushed. Her hands closed round the glass and the knuckles showed white. "I didn't mean -" "I know what you meant." Silence again. Not soft. Heavy. Then Aurora pushed the card into the pocket of her apron. She pulled two glasses from under the bar, poured a measure of whisky with a steady hand, and slid one over. The amber caught the green from the sign and turned strange and bright. "Stay till the rain stops. On the house. For the reunion." Jess picked up the glass. Her mouth twisted. "To us not being dead yet." "To old maps and bad decisions." They drank.