Ally's POV

　　The air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth as I watch Nathan approach, his strides purposeful and oddly familiar. Dawn stirs within me, her unease a flutter against my ribcage. There's a shift in the atmosphere, something intangible yet as piercing as the cool air that heralds an oncoming storm.

　　"Ally," Nathan says, his voice carrying a different timbre, one that crawls under my skin and echoes through the hollow spaces Elliot once filled. ...