Ash's POV
I stood there for three seconds.
Three full seconds of telling myself to stay exactly where I was. To be sensible…to listen to him.
He had told me to stay here in that terrifying not quite voice that moved through my chest like a frequency rather than a sound.
Four seconds.
Five.
I grabbed my jacket and went after him.
The corridor was empty which made it worse somehow. Just the echo of my own footsteps. I moved fast, tracking the sound, left at the end of the corridor, then voices, low and urgent, the kind that gathered around something that had already happened.
I turned the corner and found them.
Alec was against the wall. Not standing against it, pressed to it, like something had put him there with considerable intention, and Rowan was in the middle of the corridor
