“Andrew?”
He turns at the sound of my voice, and his face goes completely pale for a moment, like he’s seeing a ghost. Then shock crashes over his features, followed by a look of fear before he forces his expression into a smile.
“Astra?” He slides off his barstool so quickly he nearly knocks over his drink, his hand shaking as he steadies it. “What—How did you—I mean, what are you doing here?”
His voice cracks slightly on the last word, and I notice how much he’s blinking. The astonishment in his voice is so complete, so overwhelming, that for a moment I wonder if I made a mistake coming to Turnville.
“I came to find you,” I say, suddenly feeling uncertain. “I had to leave the pack. You said—You said if I ever needed to leave, I could come to you.”
“I—” He runs a hand through his hai
