Chapter 112 Dead Silence

• Ava
• I awoke the next morning to the sound of rain and the bustling city below. Rolling over in my large hotel bed, I saw the long streaks of fat raindrops running down the window panes in a silent race.
• Normally, I loved when it rained—especially in Moonstone, where the air smelled like fresh earth and the rain brought a cool breeze along with it. But today, the sight of the gray sky and the thick clouds just made me groan and hide my face beneath my pillow.