The sun set over Neo Ashford. Orange light bled into purple. The sky was clear. The wind was cold. Zephyr moved through the air. She was invisible. She was the breeze against Kaito's neck. She whispered in his ear. Her voice was light. Her tone was amused. She circled the rooftop ventilation units. She tested the air currents. She felt the shift in pressure. She felt the approach of another person.
Zephyr said, He is coming. The quiet one. The one with the book. He walks slowly. He thinks carefully. He knows something. I can feel the intent. It is heavy. Like rain before the storm. It is solid. Like stone. He is not hiding. He is announcing. He wants you to hear him. He wants you to know.
