49 Meimi
Stepping back, Thorne breaks our embrace. The moment our bodies no longer touch, I miss his warmth and solidity. Miss Edith’s words appear in my mind.
That boy is a keeper.
Yup, Miss Edith totally called it.
Thorne raises his right hand. Silver particles lift from his palm, quickly swirling into a loop. Within seconds, a flat plate of gray hangs in the air between us. “You can just step through that. Punching through is only for when you’re in a hurry.”
My throat tightens with grief. “Right.”
I set my fingers against the silver plate. Last time I used the drift void to travel, it was when I came here in the first place. Back then, I was in a rush. This time, I want to move more slowly. My right arm goes inside. The round of sentient expands. I step in sideways. The weightles
