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Chapter Four: Closer Than the Contract

ผู้เขียน: Luna Hart
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She heard him before she saw him.

The library door was already open a crack. Through it came the sound of a page turning, and the particular quality of quiet that followed it, and Belcalis had a choice, go back upstairs or push the door open. She had never been good at retreating.

She pushed the door open.

Charles was at the far end of the room near the fireplace. Book in one hand, glass in the other, shirt open at the collar with his sleeves pushed up. She had not seen him look undone before. It did something to the air in the room that she noted and chose to ignore.

He looked up.

"You're awake," he said.

"Couldn't sleep." She stepped inside. "You're awake too."

"I rarely sleep."

"How rarely?"

"Three hours. Sometimes four."

"That's not—"

"I've functioned on three hours for approximately two hundred years." He looked at her. "I think the experiment is concluded."

She crossed the room and sat in the chair at the other end of the fireplace without deciding to. The fire was warm and the chair was deep and leaving suddenly felt like more effort than it was worth. He watched her settle and said nothing, which was somehow more unnerving than if he had commented.

"What are you reading?" she asked.

He turned the cover toward her. Territorial law. Eight hundred dense pages. No pictures.

"At midnight," she said.

"What do you do at midnight?"

"Stare at the ceiling and pretend sleep is coming."

"Less productive."

"Much less." She tucked her feet beneath her. "I was going to find something from the shelves."

"Take anything. West wall, third shelf from the top, that's the fiction, if that's what you're after."

She did not get up. Neither of them spoke. The clock on the mantle ticked. The fire settled once, loud, then went back to burning steadily.

"You've been avoiding me," he said.

"I've been settling in."

"You've been here four days. You come to breakfast. You answer when spoken to. Then you disappear." Not accusation, observation, offered flat and clear. "I notice things. It's a habit."

"A two-hundred-year-old habit," she said.

"Older." He looked at her steadily. "I'm not asking you to explain it. I'm telling you it won't work on me."

Something shifted in her chest. She held his gaze and felt the pull, the same pull she had felt across the auction room, closer now, warmer, and less easy to dismiss.

"Tell me something true," she said.

"About what?"

"About you. Not from any file. Something real."

He was quiet for a moment. He set the book down and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked at the fire.

"I bought this estate because I needed something that wouldn't end," he said. "Not property. Not a holding. Something that would still be standing after everything else had finished." He paused. "The forest on the eastern boundary, I planted most of it myself. Over decades. Different trees at different times. I would go out in the early morning and plant something, knowing I would watch it grow for a hundred years."

"Why?"

"Because the thing I was dealing with at the time—" He stopped. "The tree would outlast it. That was enough."

Belcalis looked at this man, ancient and controlled and vast, and something in her chest moved without permission.

"That's beautiful," she said.

"Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation."

She laughed. Short and real, and she pressed her hand over her mouth too late to stop it. He looked at her and something cracked open in his face, a wide, startled thing, like the sound had caught him off guard and he didn't know yet what to do with the feeling it left behind.

She saw it. She looked away first.

"Tell me about Iyana," he said.

"Why?"

"Because you keep her here—" he touched two fingers briefly to his chest, " and you don't let anyone near her. I'm asking you to let me near her."

The words landed somewhere low and quiet.

"She's the funniest person alive," Belcalis said. "And she knows it. She does impressions, full character voices. She had the entire oncology floor crying from laughing last month." Her voice held. Just. "She got sick and she just kept being herself. I don't know how she does it."

"She sounds worth everything you paid tonight," Charles said quietly.

"She's worth more than that."

He looked at her across the low fire. The space between their chairs felt shorter than it had when she walked in. She hadn't moved. Neither had he. Something else had closed the distance.

She felt it. The pull was not subtle anymore. It was a pressure behind her ribs, a warmth against her skin that had nothing to do with the fireplace.

She stood up.

"I should sleep," she said.

"Belcalis."

She stopped at the door.

"West wall," he said. "Third shelf. Green cover. No title on the spine." He picked up his glass. "It kept me company once. When I also couldn't sleep."

She found it. Pulled it out. Turned it over in her hands.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Read it," he said. "Tell me what you think."

She stood with the book in her hands and looked at him across the dim room, his sleeves pushed up, his collar open, firelight moving across the sharp lines of his face, and she did not trust herself to say anything, so she said goodnight and went upstairs.

She read until sunrise.

She did not sleep at all.

And somewhere in the last hour before dawn she realized she could not remember a single word of the book because she had spent the entire night thinking about him.

She told herself that meant nothing.

She told herself that four more times before she believed it.

She didn't believe it.

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