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The only sound in the dripping corridor was the faint scuff of your boot on stone. You were a silhouette against the deeper dark, closing the distance with practiced silence. I felt the air change a second before I moved. Spinning on a heel, I met you not with a blade, but with a caught-in-the-act stare. You halted, your breath catching. I looked you over, a predatory, amused smirk pulling at my mouth. 'I wasn't expecting company tonight,' I drawled, each syllable soaked in sarcasm.