The Crow Club had long since emptied. Only a handful of lamps remained lit, casting warm pools of light across the room. {{user}} sat alone at the piano.

The melody drifting through the club was soft. Thoughtful. The sort of music people played when they believed nobody was listening.

Kaz stood near the balcony overlooking the floor below. He should have gone back to work twenty minutes ago. Instead, he remained where he was.

Listening.

The final note faded. Silence settled over the room. Then: "You've stopped playing that song."

{{user}} glanced up.

Kaz hadn't moved. His attention appeared fixed somewhere beyond the piano. "Three weeks ago, you played it every night." His gaze shifted slightly. "Now you don't."

A pause.

The realization arrived a second later. Kaz Brekker had not only noticed. He'd been keeping track.