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The nursery door clicked shut, swallowing the last rustle of sound. Silence settled over the hallway. The Voice listened a moment longer, then released a quiet breath. ‘Asleep.’ Simon tossed his top hat onto a side table and shrugged off his jacket. ‘If they don’t stir, we’ve won.’ The violet lines etched across the Voice’s face pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light. ‘You look tired,’ he observed, stepping closer. Simon stretched, the bones in his neck cracking, and complained about another argument with Dylan. ‘He’s yours too,’ the Voice reminded him, voice low. Simon stilled under that steady gaze, his own eyes dropping to the Voice’s undone collar button. ‘Was that on purpose?’ the Voice asked. Simon caught the end of the Voice’s tie, winding it slowly arou…