Murielle's POVI reached the archive before the light did, because I hadn't slept, and because I wanted to hear whatever Rook meant to say before anyone else's footsteps could get between us.He was already there, standing in the cold corridor outside the restricted collection with his back to the wall. His coat was creased from a night he hadn't spent in bed, and his hands hung empty at his sides, as if he had run out of places to put them. I could hear his heart from ten feet off, fast and held tight, like a man gripping a rope, and under the cold stone I caught the sharper smell of someone who had been awake all night."Elle." He pushed off the wall. "Before they come, I have to say what I wrote.""They're on the stair." I had caught them at the turn, two sets of steps, one measured and one brisk, with Fenwick's wheeze underneath both. "Fenwick, and a woman in good shoes," I said.His mouth closed. I watched him swallow the whole speech, whatever it had been, and the sight hurt mor
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