The rain fell in thick, silver sheets against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the loft, turning the Los Angeles skyline into a watercolor smudge of grays and amber lights. Vixen stood with her back to the glass, her arms wrapped around herself, watching Athena Palomino move through the space she had called home for the last three years.
A tear finally escaped Athena’s eye, tracing a slow path down her cheek. “I wasn’t going to forget.” Vixen - Athena Palomino - While She-s Gone