The First Sign

Caleb POV

I threw my pencil across the room and watched it rattle against the wall.

The drawing stared back at me from my desk - another sketch of the same woman's face I'd been feverishly drawing for three weeks. Silver hair flowing like moonlight, eyes that seemed to hold secrets, a smile that made my chest ache with love I couldn't understand.

Who was she? And why did I keep thinking about her every single night?

"Caleb?" Aiden's voice came through my bedroom door. "You missed the morning meeting again."

I rubbed my eyes, realizing I'd been drawing since before sunrise. Again. "Come in."

Aiden entered and stopped short when he saw my desk. Paper after paper covered every surface, all showing the same mysterious woman from different angles, in different poses, but always with that same ethereal beauty that haunted my thoughts.

"You're still having those dreams," Aiden said quietly.