21 Thorne
“The bond between transcendents is a cry between souls.” – Empress Ophelia, The Lost Book of Transcendents
One advantage of having the room next to Meimi’s: I can sleep by her door without anyone being the wiser. Before, I had to pretend I was spending all night patrolling the halls. Now, I just curl up with my blanket by the connecting doors, and I’m fine.
“MOM!”
Meimi’s cry cuts through the night. Her voice quakes with terror. Every muscle in my body goes on alert.
Rising to my feet, I kick my blankets aside. “Meimi, are you all right?”
No response.
Using all my strength, I slam my shoulder against the connecting door. It shatters as it falls in. I rush to her bed.
“MOM!”
Sitting beside her, I take her hand in mine. “Meimi, wake up. It’s me, Thorne.”
Her eyes flutter
