Emma’s POV
Ryan and I walk together to the main house just as the rain begins to fall harder, and I curse under my breath at the weather.
We plan to hold a party tonight, and the heavens think it's fit to send down a mixture of rain and ice.
I hold an umbrella and Ryana is at my side leading me along. I pause inside his door, my shoes are muddy from the damp ground. As I look around, I can't see tracking the filth across the floor.
“Emma, come in!” Ryan gives me a pair of slippers and grabs my hand to the parlor.
My gaze stares out the window anxiously at the rain-slick streets, Under this weather, Austin is crazy enough to go swimming, is he seeking death? Then why should I care about him so much?
Ryan goes to close the window, and the sharp pitter-pat of rain from outside fades to
