Flic clasped her hands tight in front of her, trying to hide their tremor. They hadn’t stopped shaking since the mindlink with Mia, even when she busied herself with preparing for the day ahead. The distraction wasn’t enough to keep her thoughts from wandering to Simon, keeping her in a perpetual state of unease. There were some moments of relief, where her chest didn’t feel as tight and she managed to eat something small, but they were few and far between. It drained Flic but she pushed forward. She had a list of things to sort and collect, and she steadily marched through it, refusing to give into the panic bubbling beneath the surface.
She had told Damon everything and, to her surprise, he called Julien to the bakery. He had come without question when he heard it was to help her and
