Chapter 34
Rayna
Krayvon showed up at the suite door with that particular look that meant, “I’m about to say something you won’t like, but it’s happening anyway.”
“Good morning,” he said. “How attached are you to the idea of a quiet day?”
“Very,” I said. “Deeply. Emotionally. Why?”
He stepped inside, the ward humming as it sealed behind him. “Nyra has approved a Stormfire consultation.”
I blinked. “A what now?”
“Prophetic assessment,” he clarified. “You’re being summoned to speak with Loralee Stormborn.”
I thought of the woman on the rooftop—barefoot in a storm, eyes too old, calling me “always coming.”
“Yeah, that tracks,” I muttered. “She already creeps me out and I’ve only met her twice.”
Miron, who’d been leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug, straightened. “Is Nyra
