The Approaching Storm

Sienna stared at the garden doorway, the cool night breeze rustling the edges of her dress. Her chest heaved. Kaelen’s stubborn silhouette vanished into the shadows, leaving her standing amidst the wrecked ballroom. The heavy metallic scent of blood hung in the air. Across the marble floor, Damon’s surviving bodyguards scrambled like roaches, scooping up their unconscious, brutally disfigured boss