I was halfway down the west corridor when I heard her boots. It was sharp, and impatient like she was chasing something just out of reach or worse she was been chased.

Mira.

She caught my arm just before I rounded the corner and strongly pulled me into a side room, slamming the door behind us.

“Asher... we need to talk,” she said.

I didn’t answer.

Because her hands were already on me.

She reached up, pressed her palm to my cheek, then my mouth, like she could smother the bond ...