am came
Her bare feet brushed against warm earth. A figure stood at the edge of the horizon-tall, cloaked in shadow, arms outstr
ou... when we
s damp with sweat, her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest. Her fingers
e ache remained-like th
s known she w
ls, delicate features, and a quiet demeanor that made her nearly invisible in a crowd. But Amara lived with a consta
that simple. She couldn't explain the vivid dreams, the half-memories, the way
he streets were still waking up: shopkeepers flipping signs to Open, the scent of fresh bread cu
ther. Today was her first day at Ardent Corp-the design internship she'd fought toot
that something was coming. That
e was intimidating-marble floors, sleek modern sculpture, a scent of leather and citrus i
ne, whispering the name again: "Amar
ls were mirrored, giving her back a dozen reflections-eac
, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a reception desk made of polished steel. Beh
rnship," she said, try
"Ms. Valencia. You're meetin
nked. "Pe
ior intern applicants." She gesture
floor wa
nd glass walls revealing a sweeping view of the city. At
move as sh
er throat softl
tur
eyes
eath c
familiar in a way that hit like a tremor through her chest. For
low step forward, h
voice wasn't irritated. It was..
erself. "I'm sor
ff, but didn'
ded. "Have we.
ask. Inappropriate, even
haven't." He turned back towa
d his questions. Showed her portfolio. Tried not to trembl
spinning. She found the bathroom and locked
happenin
s of her grandmother's flower shop, twirl
r hands on her apron. "You
be I
side her. "The
wly. "But this t
inked. "In
oked into his eyes, and I knew. I've never seen
on shifted subtly.
Ard
Estelle's eyes. Fear.
d. "You've h
ome inside. There's somet
a single bulb. Estelle pulled out a wooden trunk, old and weathered. Inside we
yes. The same
ped. "Tha
name was Leontius. And that pa