One morning, Aurora Sinclair was surprised to find that her new neighbor across the hall was Indie Lowell.
She was standing in her doorway watching her, a cigarette held between her fingers. "How about a chat?"
Aurora thought for a moment, nodded, and walked into Indie's apartment, carrying her breakfast.
The apartment was sparse; it was clear she had just moved in.
In the living room, there were only two sofas and a coffee table, and nothing else.
The coffee table was littered with liquor bottles and cigarette packs, and a small ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts.
"Coffee?" Indie asked.
Aurora shook her head.
Indie brought a cup of coffee out from the kitchen, sat down across from her, and sized her up.
'She had specifically investigated her: the second daughter of the Sinclair Family. An orphan from a young age, treated like an outcast and sent to Sunstone to practice martial arts. She had only recently returned.'
