INDY
The moment it truly dawned on me that I had this power, it felt like another layer was added to my being.
I became more aware of bonds.
I did not have time to practice it, of course. I was surrounded by old people most of the time. Mila, Otis, and the rest of their circle were comfortable in their long-set bonds. There was nothing new to sense.
Still, I felt it between them—even when nothing happened. It was like having a sixth sense that I could not turn off.
With those thoughts, I focused on chopping vegetables.
“We have to make this special,” Mila declared, her hands moving deftly as she seasoned the stew. “He only comes once a year.”
“Once a year?” I asked, raising a brow as I stirred the pot over the fire.
“Yes,” Otis answered proudly. “He works far from here. Busy b
