The last rays of sunlight had disappeared, leaving the sky a deep indigo speckled with stars. In her room, Raelynn sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the quilt. She looked around at the few things she owned, now unpacked and neatly tucked away. It hadn't taken her long—her life packed neatly into a single suitcase.
"Guess I travel light," she muttered to herself, a dry smile tugging at her lips.
The room suddenly seemed even emptier. Shaking her head, she stood and stretched, rolling her shoulders. Her muscles ached slightly from the tension of the day, and she decided a bath was exactly what she needed.
Heading toward the bathroom, she had just reached for the doorknob when a knock echoed through the room. She froze, blinking in surprise, before Hera's voice came from the other side.
"Miss Moore, dinner is almost ready," Hera called.
Raelynn sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Come in," she replied.
