He didn't come in.That was the thing I kept returning to the next morning. Damien had stood in my doorway with the marriage certificate in his hand and a red circle around a signature that wasn't quite Lyra's, and he had looked at me for a long moment with those unreadable grey eyes, and then he had said "We need to talk" and I had said "Alright" and he had said "Not tonight" and walked back down the corridor.Not tonight.I hadn't slept. I'd lain in the dark replaying those two words until they stopped making sense and started making too much sense. Not tonight meant there was a tonight coming. It meant he was choosing when. Choosing the moment, the setting, the terms of whatever conversation was about to end everything.Damien Cross didn't react. He planned.Lyra had told me that on the burner phone and I hadn't needed her to.I already knew.Isolde arrived at the library at nine the next morning with a document and an expression that said she had not come to make my day easier."T
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