Book 1 & Book2

The morning fog rolled over the Thames like a half-forgotten

secret, curling through the streets of London with a damp chill

that clung to my designer coat. I tugged it tighter around my

shoulders, the cashmere brushing my wrists with deliberate

softness, a small luxury against the city's sharp edges. From my

vantage atop the terrace caf?in Kensington, the city shimmered

in muted golds and silvers, as if it were holding its breath for

something it hadn't yet named.

I sipped the last of my lavender latte, feeling the warmth bloom

through my fingers into my chest. Everything smelled of rain

and polished stone, of espresso and leather. I watched a delivery

man dodge puddles with the agility of someone who had long

ago learned to anticipate London's moods. Life had always

felt like a delicate choreography here, a series of decisions and

glances that, if made right, kept you floating just above the

chaos. I liked it that way. I liked control.