The morning sun casted long, golden shafts of light through the narrow corridors of the Serene Mountain Library. Dust motes floated lazily in the light beams as if time itself was holding its breath and was hesitating to move here.
Ryker once again stood before the heavy wooden door of the quiet chamber that he was thrown out yesterday. His breath was steady, his heart calm but beneath the surface a quiet tension rumbled like the first notes of a storm.
He knocked and then a pause.
Then, the door creaked open and inside she was sitting there.
Eleanor Nightingale
She was sitting in the same place as before. Her white hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes, those deep ruby eyes, lifted to meet his.
For a moment, the world narrowed down just to that gaze. The kind of gaze that could burn or heal any wound in the world. Ryker swallowed the butterflies in his chest.
"Good morning. Miss Eleanor," he said with a soft smile as he stepped inside the chamber.
