Mira's POV
The rain started sometime after dinner and didn't let up.
I noticed it first as a low drumming against my window, steady and unhurried, the kind of rain that settles in for the night rather than passing through. By the time I made my way down to the library to find something to read, the sound had grown loud enough to fill the entire hallway, wind pressing against the old glass panes hard enough to rattle them faintly in their frames.
I found Rowan already there, a stack of reports spread across the low table in front of the fireplace, though he didn't seem to be reading them so much as staring past them.
"You look like you're plotting something," I said, dropping into the chair across from him.
"I'm reviewing patrol reports."
"That's what plotting looks like on you."
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