Fireworks Beneath a False Moon
Finding the front door open, Evan placed his glass on the table - red wine still half full. The moment the carriage rolled up, quiet broke into voices.
A thin shake ran through the red fluid inside the glass when he set it down on stone. Up went his spine, smoothing the dark jacket, then came the cuff tweak. Forward he moved - measured, quiet, one foot after another.
Up above at Lunar Citadel, the highest level became someone's personal dream world. Stretching from floor to ceiling, glass walls held the dark skyline of Valemont as if it were art that breathed. Beneath, urban glimmers sparkled, echoes of stars dropped carelessly onto land.
"Selena, you're finally here," Evan said, his voice smooth and measured. "Did I not keep my promise?"
A slow grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
A spark of victory showed deep inside his gaze.
