FELIX
I had been sitting on the couch, reading a new book by an up-and-coming Fresonian author, when a bolt of fear ran through me. My heart was pounding, and there was a burning sensation in my lungs, as if I was running.
Suddenly, my knee stung with a sharp pain, like I had slammed it on the ground. Despair flooded my senses, followed by a cold, sick dread. I sat up straight. Mila. Something was wrong with Mila.
I was halfway out the door with a team of security guards behind me in about two seconds flat. I called Mila’s phone over and over again, but it kept going to voicemail. I had not felt any of Mila’s emotions in minutes. They had been turned off–like she was sleeping.
I would not allow myself to consider the “or worse.”
My guards panted behind me as we ran through the stree
