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Rain fell in a cold, steady drizzle, turning the sidewalk into a dark mirror of the city's neon glow. You lay crumpled in its center, a growing halo of crimson seeping into the cracks around you. The shattered screen of your phone glittered nearby. I stepped from the shadows of the bookshop's awning, the coppery scent of blood sharp in the damp air. My expression tightened as I approached your trembling form. A quiet sigh escaped me, more compassion than resignation, and I knelt in the wetness. Carefully, I slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you against my chest. I carried you through the deserted streets toward the imposing silhouette of the Mikaelson Manor. The moment I crossed the threshold, the atmosphere changed. Kol leaned against the stair raili…