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Selis knelt in front of the door, cracking her fingers with a theatrical flair like she was about to perform a concert instead of break into what was probably one of the most heavily secured areas of the capital.
"Alright, Big Iron," she muttered, eyeing the lock, "it's just you, me, and my questionable life choices."
She didn't have a key. Obviously.
She didn't have magic. Tragically.
And she didn't have explosives. Yet.
What she did have was a rusted hairpin, a tiny sliver of wire she pried from a nearby lantern bracket, and the sheer stubbornness of someone who had endured a literal sewer gauntlet.
Click.
Snap.
Clink.
Something inside gave a reluctant grind.
"Did that—?"
She pressed her shoulder against the door.
Nothing.
She groaned, slumping against it. "Of course. Of course you resist me, just like every emotionally unavailable man I've ever met."
