~ Amara ~
The rain in Ravenport didn't fall; it drifted in a grey, persistent mist that clung to the windows of my studio apartment. I sat at my small drafting table, the only piece of furniture I’d truly invested in since leaving Moore Crest. My fingers were stained with a smudge of Prussian blue. It was a good mess. It was my mess.
The buzzer at my door startled me. It was a harsh, buzzing sound that made my heart jump into my throat. I wasn't expecting anyone. Noah was at the warehouse, and Elara had texted me earlier that she was working late at Helix Tower.
I stood up, wiping my hands on a rag, and walked to the door. I didn't open it. I looked through the peephole.
Gideon Moore was sitting on the top step of the landing.
He wasn't the man I remembered from the gala or the boardr
