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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
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THE BIDDING ROOM CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The east wing was quiet in a way that felt intentional. There were no guards at the doors and no footsteps echoing beyond the walls.Just the low hum of the house, systems breathing beneath stone and steel. Evelyn stood at the window of Lucien’s room, the city spread beneath her like a living thing — lights pulsing, secrets moving unseen. She should have felt exposed here. Instead, she felt claimed by the silence.Behind her, the door closed, softly in a way that suggested not waking up or disturbing who was in the room. She didn’t turn right away. She knew who it was already. She felt him before she saw him — the shift in the air, the way the room tightened around his presence. Lucien didn’t rush her. He never rushed anything that mattered.“You’re awake,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on sleeping,” she replied.A pause.“Neither was I.”That was when she turned. Lucien stood a few feet away from her, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled back, the sharp edge of command stripped down to
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Silence followed, but not the kind that meant safety.It was the waiting kind. Lucien felt it in the way the house held its breath, in the subtle delay before systems responded, in the tension humming beneath the marble floors. The enemy had withdrawn, yes, but predators didn’t flee unless they were circling.He guided Evelyn away from the console, his hand firm at her back. She leaned into the touch without thinking, her body finally acknowledging the toll. The power she’d unleashed still crackled beneath her skin, a low burn that hadn’t decided whether it would consume her or sustain her.“We need air,” he said quietly. “And distance.”Matteo was already moving, barking orders into his comm, blood drying dark on his sleeve. “The south corridor is clear. For now.”Lucien nodded. “For now is enough.”They moved fast, not running, but purposeful. The vault sealed behind them with a finality that felt like a promise and a threat all at once. As they ascended, Evelyn’s thoughts began to
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The alarms didn’t scream anymore. They listened. A low, predatory hum rolled through the vault, the kind of sound designed not to panic but to focus—to pull every system, every weapon, every contingency into alignment. Red light washed the walls, then steadied into a controlled amber. Containment protocol. Lucien moved before Evelyn could take another step toward the console. He didn’t grab her. He didn’t restrain her. He placed himself directly in her line of sight. “Evelyn,” he said, and her name, her real name—cut through the noise. “If you open that lock without understanding the cost, you won’t just start a war.” She met his gaze, pulse roaring in her ears. “I’m already inside one.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But this one ends with the world rearranging itself around you.” Behind him, the screens flickered, struggling to maintain connection as external feeds dropped one by one. Ports. Banks. Shell corporations. Old-world syndicates that had survived by becoming invisible. And at
THE BIDDING ROOM CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
The knock came at 3:17 a.m, not sharp, not urgent and polite.Lucien was already awake. He didn’t reach for a weapon. He reached for the wall panel instead, thumb brushing the biometric seal that armed half the room in silence. Only then did he speak.“Enter.”The door opened, not Damien. It wasn’t a guard.The woman who stepped inside moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had never been questioned in this house — because she had built half of it.Maribel. Head of internal intelligence. Ghost architect.A woman Lucien trusted because she had never lied to him. Until now.“We have a breach,” she said calmly.Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Where.”“Not the perimeter,” Maribel replied. “The past.”Lucien said nothing.She placed a thin folder on his desk. It wasn’t marked. It didn’t need to be.“This arrived through a dead channel,” she continued. “Yakuza origin. Authenticated. Old blood.”Lucien opened it and the world shifted.Inside was a single photograph.A group of children sta
THE BIDDING ROOM CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Morning arrived without softness.Evelyn woke before the light fully broke, her body already alert, her thoughts sharpened by the knowledge that this was no longer a waiting game. The house hummed differently—quieter, tighter, like a held breath. She dressed slowly, deliberately, choosing composure over comfort. When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see a captive.She saw someone being assessed.The door opened at precisely eight.Lucien stood there, immaculate, composed, unreadable. He took her in with a single glance—not possessive, not approving—measuring readiness the way one measured steel.“Are you prepared?” he asked.She nodded. “For what you’re not telling me.”A flicker of something crossed his eyes. “Good.”They walked side by side through corridors she had once hurried down, eyes lowered. Now she lifted her chin. The staff paused, just long enough to notice the change. Guards straightened. Whispers didn’t follow her—they anticipated.They entered the main hall together
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Lucien didn’t answer her right away. He moved instead, slow, deliberate — crossing the room until he stood in front of her., not crowded and he wasn’t retreating. Just close enough that the choice between distance and contact felt razor-thin. “You don’t understand what that means,” he said. Evelyn lifted her chin. “Then explain it to me.” His gaze searched her face, as if looking for a crack where fear might still live. He didn’t find one. What he found unsettled him far more. “When I stop trying to keep you clean,” he said quietly, “you stop being collateral. You become a participant.” Her pulse jumped — not away from him, but toward him. “I already am.” Lucien’s mouth curved, not a smile, not quite — but something dangerously close. “That’s the problem.” He turned away, pacing once, twice. The room seemed to contract with every step, as if it were listening too. “They want spectacle,” he continued. “A public fracture. Something that proves I can be made to choose emotion ov
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