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The townhouse is dim, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the thin light slanting through the crack in the door. Cassian's nervous smile flickers like a dying candle as you push past him, your heart a frantic drum. The guest room door groans open, and there he is — Azriel, shadows clinging to his shoulders, a shallow cut on his hand. He's so beautiful it hurts. But when his hazel eyes meet yours, they hold no recognition. He cocks his head, a stranger's curiosity in his voice: "Who are you?"