The knock came at a strange time.
I wasn’t waiting for anyone. The house was well-protected. No one could just walk up to my door unless they had a very good reason.
I put my glass down. The whiskey swirled as I got up from my chair. The fire crackled, making shadows on the high walls. Whoever it was, they had gotten past my guards or, even worse, had been let in.
I opened the door.
She stood there in the light from the porch. She had long dark hair and deep green eyes that felt like a memory I couldn’t find. A past I wasn’t sure I even remembered.
"Hello, Caden." Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of something else, a small pause like she was testing me.
I gripped the door tighter. "Who are you?"
She gave a small, sad smile. "I wondered if you'd know me."
I didn’t. And yet,
