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The safe house was a converted warehouse on the capital's industrial edge, purchased through three shell companies and protected by wards that Aquarius had designed to register as architectural flaws rather than magical defenses.
Aria had chosen it for sightlines, escape routes, and the structural integrity to withstand a siege. She had not chosen it for comfort.
Lycian, Fenris, and Drako had other ideas.
She found them waiting in the main room when she returned from Selene's estate, three small figures arranged on the single couch like a tribunal.
Lycian sat center, legs crossed, a ledger open on his lap - he had been inventorying the medical supplies. Fenris crouched on the armrest, her dark hair wild, her golden eyes tracking Aria's entrance with the predatory
