Oh wow.
Oh wow.
Elias Hawthorne had just… asked me to be friends.
Friends. With me.
I should've been witty, aloof, cool girl, unbothered, head-tilted, voice dripping casual Sure, why not?
Instead, my brain threw itself against the nearest wall and passed out.
You said yes.
The voice in my head was a velvet growl, deep and feminine. Morrigan.
I groaned inwardly. I'm still not used to you speaking in my head at all, you know.
You'll get used to it, she said, smug. Eventually. Or you'll just break. Either way, I'll be here.
"Fantastic," I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck.
Somewhere in that moment, under the fading buzz of adrenaline, I thought I heard it, a heartbeat. Not mine. Not Elias's either. It was faint, distant, almost ghostly. But before I could focus, it was gone, swallowed by the wind.
That wasn't your imagination, Morrigan whispered.
I blinked. What?
Nothing. Forget it.
