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MIKANDRA WENT into the semidarkness of the hallway. Rehan stood at the hub, his back to her. He leaned with his head against the wall above the unit and thumped both his white-knuckled fists against the wall.
Mikandra thought he might have heard her, but he didn’t react, and continued bumping his fists into the wall.
“Um—excuse me?”
He turned around. His eyes met hers. The wild-eyed stare reminded her even more of Leitho, who also went wild when in withdrawal. She held her breath, waiting to be told that evil people were after her and that the end of Miran was near. He would collapse and she would have to treat him and call Eydrina to the house. At the very least, he would be exhausted. And angry with her for revealing his secret.
She stood frozen, waiting for all that to happen.
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