Sastra felt as though she’d been tipped off the chair that she sat upon. The world was unbalanced, rocking beneath her like the deck of a ship in high seas. She stared at Adeline before finding her feet. She turned, blind and stumbled forward, only certain that she needed to get away from the table, her aunt, the room that they sat in.
Jason caught her, his hands curling around her elbows as he pulled her against his chest. He bowed his head to speak quietly and she closed her eyes, focused on the gravelly timber of his voice.
‘What do you want to do?’
‘Run,’ she whispered and looked up at the man. Her cheeks flushed furious red as she searched his eyes.
‘Back to Milany?’ He lifted a brow and she inhaled. A moment to gather herself and she was able to breathe. Sastra stood a little s
