I opened the conference room door and walked straight into Dastien. He grasped my shoulders as I stumbled back a step.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He’d changed from the sweats into his usual jeans and T-shirt, but his eyes still held worry. “I was going to ask you the same thing. I felt you go a little… out of control.” He squeezed my shoulders once before letting go. “What’s going on?”
I didn’t even know how to answer that question. I was feeling on edge. That said, I’d been feeling on edge since my run-in with Luciana. Being anxious wasn’t unusual for me, but today was over the top. I’d nearly shifted twice already, and it wasn’t even dinnertime. To say that I felt uneasy was an extreme understatement, and I didn’t like it at all. I used to be even-keeled. With my visions, I had to be able
