Teresa
“Thank you, Hannah,” I said. “This is a lot coming from you, and I deeply appreciate—”
“Thank me by getting to work,” Hannah stopped me. “Thirty minutes is not so much. I need to get back to those punks.”
Before I could say anything, the door bounced in my face. A click followed as she locked the door from outside, before retreating footsteps.
For a moment, I couldn’t move.
First, I was overwhelmed by the thrill of feeling normal again after weeks of rotting in that ugly room, then the ability to sense my bond again after a long while.
The measures that Hannah took just to get me out of that room made me shudder again, and I found myself contemplating whether or not Hannah was mortal.
“Quick, I need to reach out to the brothers,” I muttered under my breath, hurrying towa
