The living room felt unusually quiet as Raelynn sank into the comfy armchair by the fireplace. Raelynn had just begun to relax when the doorbell chimed. Once. Twice. Three times.
She glanced around, expecting someone—anyone—to answer it. Hera was usually quick to respond, but tonight, there was no sound of hurried footsteps. With a sigh, Raelynn stood and made her way toward the heavy oak door, her slippers brushing against the smooth floor.
When she opened it, the cool evening air rushed in, and standing on the doorstep was a woman—tall, confident, and strikingly beautiful. She had sleek black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, which framed her sharp, elegant features. The woman's eyes scanned Raelynn like she was analyzing her. She wore a tailored blazer over a silk blouse and slim trousers, screaming confidence with every detail of her appearance.