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Sebastian remembers how you take your tea. Which flowers you linger beside. The exact time your train leaves. His service is flawless—until you discover he has canceled the carriage without asking. The ticket waits on a silver tray. So does the gatehouse key. “I could blame the weather,” he says softly. “But I would rather you understood precisely why I wish you to stay.” For a demon accustomed to fulfilling contracts, wanting someone without one has become a dangerous complication.