The first thing Rowan noticed was the silence.Not the peaceful kind. Not the reverent hush that sometimes followed Selene when the world itself seemed to lean closer, listening. This silence was engineered. Padded. The sound of a place designed to swallow echoes before they could become witnesses.He stood just inside the threshold of the underground complex, breath slow, senses stretched tight as wire. The doors behind him sealed with a soundless slide, cutting off the damp night air and replacing it with something sterile and faintly metallic. It smelled like antiseptic and ozone and old prayers scrubbed too hard.Lucien moved at his side, close enough that Rowan could feel the subtle shift of his presence, the controlled stillness that meant he was already cataloging exits, threats, angles. His eyes flicked across the corridor, taking in the smooth walls, the recessed lighting that cast no shadows, the absence of ornament.“They’ve learned,” L
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