"And go where?" Grandmother's voice was gentle but firm. "It's the middle of the night, and you've just experienced your first shift. You're in no condition to go anywhere."
"Anywhere but here," I said, dragging my duffel bag out from under the bed again. "I can't be here when the sun comes up. I can't face them, any of them."
Grandmother watched me as I began throwing clothes into the bag, her expression unreadable. "Running away won't break the bond," she said quietly. "It might actually make it worse."
"I don't care." But even as I said it, I could feel the truth of her words. The bond was already pulling painfully tight just thinking about leaving. What would it feel like when I was miles away? States away?
"Imogen." Grandmother's voice had taken on that tone, the one that meant sh
