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Eden left the balcony door of her room open as she listened to the staccato sounds of rain pounding the hotel and the pool deck below. She had always loved the storms in Arkansas. She had grown up in storm country, so normal rainstorms were actually soothing. The rumbling sound of the thunder and the ephemeral striations of lightning across the sky made her miss home.
She lingered at the edge of the pale-blue curtains of her hotel suite, embracing the static charge in the air that sent a strange ripple of excitement through her. It was as though something was coming through the storm, something coming for her. There was a good chance she was simply on edge because of everything she’d been through, but the longer she stood there, listening to the rain, the more she could have sworn she
