Brynn
Her voice still lingered in my ear when the unease began.
We had called her from the ridge where Frynn and I often kept watch. The valley below was painted in twilight colors, the shadows lengthening into a tapestry of dusk. Mia had sounded calm when she answered, her tone even as she told us she was on her way. She didn’t want us to trouble ourselves, didn’t want us to leave the safety of the mountain.
But I felt it. The faint pull in the pit of my chest… our bond to her, frayed and humming with something off. Fear? Pain? Danger? I couldn’t tell, but it gnawed at me the longer I stood still.
Frynn’s eyes cut to mine.
“You feel it too.”
I nodded once.
“She said she’s fine.”
“Her mouth said fine,” he growled, his jaw tightening. “Her soul says otherwise.”
That was all it to
