Cari was alone as the door closed gently behind her. Maybe no one had ever set foot here at all. No one had set foot in this place for over a hundred years. For the first time in a long time, they felt right on her feet, urging her to twist into en pointe. She looked at her feet, now adorned in soft satin ballet shoes, like her mother used to wear. Warm light embraced her, as hundreds of gas lamps reflected off the gleaming golden walls. Strings sang in a swoon above the rumbling of the bass, laced with the delicate piping of woodwind, all flowing together in perfect three-four time. He had retrieved an outfit from storage (out of season, but it would have to do) and had Of course, even without hoping to have some answers he would never have been fool enough to refuse an invitation from Tobias Fell. When he had returned to himself after … whatever had happened, the invitation tucked into his jacket had been the only clue about his missing days. Nonetheless, he was still Jésus Candido, and he would not be defeated so easily. His memory of the last week was patchy and confused, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty: his home had been taken from him and he could not return. He felt like his whole body had been wrung dry and his right hand was swollen and bruised. And then Damian would learn exactly how stupid he had been in coming here. And he had to trust that he’d know when that was. Even if his idea was going to work, he had to wait for the right moment. Damian tried to decide if there was something he should be doing yet. The walls had always been where the pain, the imported suffering of this place, seemed most concentrated and he could feel it more strongly here than elsewhere in the building. He didn’t want to touch the walls in the penthouse. Into the corner, but caught himself just in time.

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