4
If this were the last time I’d been here, then I’d have been holding Bram’s hand by now. Wow, that’s a weird thought.
“You okay, Ashryn?” Remus asks, concern coming through in his tone.
“Yep, just peachy.” I try to fake some cheeriness, but the glancing look he gives me says it all. He’s not convinced at all.
“You can talk to me,” he prods.
“I know.”
“But you’re not going to?”
“I don’t know what to say, if I’m honest.” And it’s true. I don’t. I can’t explain the uneasiness within me.
“If you feel that something’s wrong, you should probably say so now,” he says.
“I can’t pinpoint what though. It could just be that it’s odd being here to attack the place.”
“Hmm.”
“You don’t seem sure?” I prompt.
Something clearly has Remus thinking, and I don’t even have the slightest clue what
