Etheera rose from the bed, taking a few shaky steps toward the nearby chair where Annabel’s clothes lay in a bundle. It felt weird walking in the body after leaving control to Anna for the last few days—more so because of the muscle strain on their thighs and stomach. That girl really needed to train more. When Etheera was her age, she could make love all night and go fight a battle in the morning without batting an eye.
“Annab—” William started.
“Not anymore,” Etheera replied without turning, slipping into the pants and buckling her belt before grabbing the wrinkled shirt. “We should hurry. Iris said it’s an emergency.”
“Would it have killed you to wait ten more minutes?” Larson snarled. Etheera turned slowly, raising an eyebrow in question. “You could have taken over her body once we
