Moira's POV

The hour passes too quickly.

I sit in the guest quarters between Logan and Lucas, my hands folded in my lap, trying to ignore the exhaustion dragging at my bones. The twins don't speak. Logan's hand rests on my knee, his thumb tracing absent circles that might be soothing if my heart wasn't hammering. Lucas sits forward, elbows on his knees, jaw clenched tight enough I can see the muscle jumping.

Through the bonds, I feel everything ...