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store and found Seth still sitting in the café. No surprise. My coworkers could never bring themselves to kick him out when we closed. He'd actually gotten locked in once and accidentally set off the alarm. I walked over to his table, noting the enraptured look on his face as his fingers danced along the laptop's keys.

"Hey, Mortensen," I said. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

It took almost thirty seconds for him to look up, and even then, he seemed surprised to see me. "Oh. Hey."

I could feel a smile playing on my lips. This was picture perfect Seth behavior. "Hey, we're all closed down. Time to go."

He glanced around, noting the dark windows and lack of people in the store. "Oh, man. Sorry. I didn't even notice."

"I take it the muse came back?"

"She did."

"So you know how it's going to end now?"

"No. Not yet."

I walked Seth to the back door and armed the alarm before letting myself out. He told me good-bye, and if he'd had any dreamy affection for me earlier in the night, it was gone now. His characters now consumed his heart. It was something I'd had to accept when we were together, and watching him walk down the street, I decided that was how it should be. Seth's writing was too much of his being.

I let my own dreamy affection go and drove up north of the city to Erik's store. I still felt a little bad about him meeting me so late, but the lights in his windows gleamed out into the night. And inside, the usual music and incense were going strong, just as they would during business hours. Glancing around, I didn't see him right away. Then, I noticed him kneeling down in front of some palmistry books.

"Hey, Erik."

"Miss Kincaid."

He rose to his feet, but the motions were jerky and unsteady. And when he finally turned to face me, there was a gauntness in his dark-skinned face that hadn't been there the last time I saw him. My instinct was to rush over and support him, but I had a feeling he wouldn't welcome that. Still, I asked the obvious.

"Are you okay? Have you been sick?"

He gave me a gentle smile and began moving - slowly - toward the store's main counter. "A passing cold. They seem to last longer than they used to, but I'll be fine."

I wasn't so certain. I'd known Erik for a long time.... I'd lost track of the years, actually. It wasn't an uncommon thing with mortals, one that often blindsided me. One moment they'd seem young and healthy...the next, they were old and dying. It never hurt any less, either. Part of the reason Seth had broken up with me was to spare me the pain of that loss because I began growing overly paranoid about his well-being.

Now, watching Erik, I felt even worse for keeping him out so late. I also felt bad because I realized I never visited except when I needed something. When had I last seen him? Months ago, when Jerome had been summoned. I'd sought Erik's help then and hadn't been by since.

"Tea?" he offered, just like always.

"No, no. I don't want to delay you," I said. I leaned against the counter and felt relieved when he settled down on a stool. "I just wanted to ask you a couple things. Something weird happened." I almost laughed as the words left my mouth. That was such a typical opening statement for me. Again, that earlier thought returned: my life was one big circle, repeating and repeating.

I gave him the rundown on my weird encounters with the unknown and - for the large part - indescribable force. He listened carefully, bushy gray eyebrows knit into a frown.

"I hate to tell you this," he said when I finished, "but there are probably a number of things that could describe."

"Surprise, surprise," I murmured. That was more a commentary on my life, not his abilities.

"The fact that your...uh, friend couldn't identify it is intriguing." Erik was one of the handful of people who knew Roman was in Seattle. Erik had no interest in Heaven and Hell's policies and wouldn't be tattling anytime soon. "Of course, he lacks the full skill set his relatives have. I don't suppose you've spoken to any greater immortals?"

I shook my head. "No. They're notoriously absent, as usual. I think I'll be seeing Jerome soon." He'd probably want to check in with Roman. "So we'll see