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A few hours later… Lily left at sunset. Not because either of them wanted the day to end there, but because if she stayed much longer, the house itself might begin to feel what had changed between them.
And Sekhmet, for all the dangerous paths he was now willing to walk, had no interest in letting servants, old guards, wandering maids, or Bat Bat discover the shape of tomorrow before tomorrow arrived.
So Lily left.
But not lightly.
She stood at the threshold of the side corridor for a long moment before going, the evening glow touching one side of her face while the other rested in the softer shadow of the house. Elena had already tactfully disappeared to give them the illusion of privacy, though Sekhmet would have wagered a great deal of money that she still knew exactly how many breaths were passing in the corridor.
Lily looked at him with that mixture of steadiness and warmth that had become uniquely dangerous to him.
"Tomorrow," she said.
