Lucien couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Electra as he studied her in the dim corridor. The shadows around her writhed following her every movements like faithful pets, and her armor still seemed to drink in what little light reached them, but there was something else. Something in the way she held herself, perhaps, or in the depths of those black-and-silver eyes that hadn't been there before. After centuries of knowing someone, even the smallest changes became glaringly obvious.
Her presence still stirred memories from him that he'd rather keep buried – of midnight conversations in these same halls, of battles fought side by side, of the way she'd look at him when she thought he wasn't watching. Of how she'd been the last one to try to stop him from leaving a
