Adrian’s heart thudded painfully against his ribcage as he turned around, his hand still on the doorknob. Ivy was standing in the dim light of his small apartment, her figure almost ghostly in the shadows. She wore a long, dark coat that seemed to absorb the surrounding darkness, and her face was tense, her eyes not quite meeting his. “You followed me,” Adrian said, his voice barely a whisper, as though speaking louder might make everything real. Ivy’s lips curled into a small, almost humorless smile. “I didn’t follow you, Adrian. I’m here because it’s time we talk about what’s coming. You need to understand what’s at stake.” Adrian stepped back from the door, his eyes never leaving Ivy’s as he motioned for her to come inside. The weight of her presence seemed to press down on him, and

