No, not this again. This splitting up.

I grimaced in pain. Sasha whimpered as I tore myself away from Thomas's powerful gaze and turned, the physical ache of not being right next to him chewing through my chest. It made no sense, but it almost seemed our fingers had hooked together like they had several times before, and we were holding on, holding on for dear life.

We ran. I shot a glance behind us just as Thomas braced his hands on both sides of the hall and ...