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The green neon of The Raven's Nest bled through the rain-streaked window and painted the pavement in sickly stripes. Aurora Carter ducked inside, shaking water from her jacket. The place smelled of old wood and older secrets. She hadn't meant to come back here. A delivery for the Golden Empress had gone wrong—wrong address, wrong street, wrong part of Soho—and her phone was dead. The bar was the only lit doorway on the block. Silas stood behind the counter, polishing a glass with a rag that had seen better days. His auburn hair had gone more grey since she'd last seen him, but the signet ring still caught the light the same way. Rory. His hazel eyes narrowed. I'd heard you were back in the city. She slid onto a stool, water dripping from her sleeves onto the mahogany. You hear a lot of things. I hear a lot of things that aren't true. He set the glass down. You look like you've been running. Delivery gone sideways. Phone's dead. He poured a measure of something amber into a clean glass and pushed it toward her. On the house. She wrapped her fingers around it. How long has it been? Silas leaned back against the shelf behind him. Three years. Maybe four. Time gets slippery. Four, she said. Eva's wedding. You gave a speech about loyalty. That sounds like something I'd say. It was a good speech. She took a sip. She didn't believe a word of it. He laughed, a dry sound that didn't reach his eyes. Most people don't. They hear what they want to hear. A quiet settled between them. The bar was empty, and the rain drummed against the windows. You look different, he said. People keep telling me that. I don't mean just older. He tilted his head. You hold your shoulders like someone expecting a blow. Rory stared into her glass. It's been a long few years. I know a bit about long years. He gestured at his knee. The Prague job. You heard about that? Eva told me pieces. Pieces. His mouth twisted. Now there's a word. What pieces did she give you? That you retired. That you opened this place. She looked around at the maps and photographs on the walls. She didn't do it justice. Most people don't. Silas, she said, and the name felt strange in her mouth. She hadn't said it aloud in years. Why didn't you ever call? He stopped polishing the glass. Looked at her. I thought about it. More than once. He set the rag down. After Prague, I wasn't exactly in a place to be a mentor to anyone. To be a friend to anyone. That's not an answer. It's the only one I've got. The rain picked up, rattling the glass in its frame. Rory took another sip of the whiskey and let it burn down her throat. I left Evan, she said. Six months ago. Silas didn't react. Just stood there, still as stone. Eva helped me. Found me a flat, a job. She paused. A flat above your bar, actually. I know you live upstairs. He reached for a bottle on the top shelf, something dark and dusty. I've seen you come and go. I didn't think you wanted me to know. You didn't think I wanted you to know I was living here? She stared at him. You're the one who taught me to watch my six. You just let me disappear? I let you have the space to decide if you wanted to reappear. That's a coward's answer. He poured himself a drink this time. Drank it in one go. Yes, he said. It is. The admission hung between them. Rory traced the rim of her glass. I thought you'd be disappointed, she said. In what? In me. For going back to him. For staying as long as I did. Silas set his glass down hard. It cracked against the wood. Disappointed doesn't begin to cover it. She flinched. Not in you, he said. For you. There's a difference. He leaned on the bar, his face drawn. I sent you into that city thinking I'd taught you everything. How to spot a tail, how to lose one. How to read a person's intentions before they spoke. I knew what Evan was, Rory said. I'm not stupid. No. You're not. His voice dropped. But I didn't teach you how to walk away from someone who's already inside your head. I couldn't teach you that because I never learned it myself. She looked at him then. Really looked. The lines around his eyes, the grey in his beard, the way he favored his left leg even standing still. Prague, she said. What really happened? He was quiet for a long moment. I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I read the signs wrong. He met her gaze. People died. I'm sorry. So am I. He picked up the broken glass and dropped it in a bin. You didn't come here for a confessional. You came for directions home. She hadn't realized her phone was dead. Not until he mentioned it. You're a spy, she said. You always know. I'm a bartender. I know when someone's lost. Rory finished her drink and set it down. I should go, she said. The delivery— Can wait. He pulled out a map from behind the bar and unfolded it. She recognized the area—the winding streets between Soho and Covent Garden. One street was circled in red. What's that? That's the delivery you missed. He tapped the circle. The address is a dead drop. Hasn't been used in years, but your employer didn't know that. Yu-Fei sent me to a dead drop? Yu-Fei sends everyone to dead drops. He folded the map. It's how she vets her couriers. You passed. Rory stared at him. How do you know that? Because I've known Yu-Fei Cheung for twenty years. He put the map in her hand. She runs the Golden Empress for me. She glanced at the back room entrance. The bookshelf was slightly ajar. You're still working, she said. Not retired. Silas smiled. A ghost of the man she'd known. I'm a spymaster, Rory. I don't retire. I just get smarter about where I set up my office. She pushed the map back across the bar. I don't want it. What do you want? The question sat there, heavy and honest. Rory looked at him. The rain had stopped. She could hear the distant sound of traffic on Shaftesbury Avenue. I want to know why you didn't call, she said. The real reason. Silas picked up the map and slid it back into his jacket pocket. Because I watched you walk into that life and I couldn't stop it. He picked up her empty glass. And I've spent every year since trying to convince myself that it was your choice to make. It was. I know. He set the glass in the sink. That didn't make it easier. Rory stood up. The stool scraped against the floorboards. She pulled her jacket tight around her shoulders. I'm not that person anymore, she said. I know. He turned away and began restacking glasses. I'm counting on it.