Chapter 56 The Echo Of The Fall

• The rain came before dawn.
• Not a storm, but something softer. The kind that tapped at windows like a memory trying to come back. Ariana stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in Damien’s penthouse, her arms crossed over the silk robe she hadn’t bothered tying. Drops of water ran down the glass like silent tears, distorting the city beyond.
• Behind her, the low murmur of Damien’s voice came from the kitchen. He was on a call with Cole, discussing surveillance routes, fallback plans, timing. The usual.