~ Amara ~
The rain in Ravenport City didn't fall; it descended like a heavy, gray curtain, blurring the sharp limestone edges of Moore Crest until the estate looked more like a tomb than a manor. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the library, my forehead pressed against the cold glass. Outside, the sprawling gardens were drowning. The manicured hedges, once so precise, now looked like ragged, shivering walls.
I watched a single droplet trace a jagged path down the pane. It moved exactly like I did through these halls—hesitant, searching for the path of least resistance, ultimately disappearing into the dark.
The house was silent, as always. Gideon was at Helix Tower, likely buried in the quarterly projections Adrian had mentioned. His mother was out at her club, and the staff ha
