15 Observation
“Hey, psst, Brant.”
Celeste stuck her head out of an empty meditation room down the hall. She motioned for him to come, and Brant ran. He turned the corner of the doorframe, and there stood—
“Amalie.”
Brant leapt to her and embraced her in his long arms. But when her warmth pressed into his chest, he relaxed his hold.
If he distracted her, Amalie couldn’t prepare IAS for the coming attack. But after the councilors had sliced open Brant during their questioning, the attack seemed so distant and Amalie so close. Then her arms slipped under his, and her palms pressed into his back. Maybe a little distraction wasn’t so bad? Brant’s cheek fell on the top of her head, and he inhaled the lavender wafting off her curls.
“Well, you two are getting along again,” Celeste said w
