Emily’s POV
My brain is still going a million miles an hour. How do I process this?
“Of course” his hand lets go of mine and comes up to hold the other side of my face, so both are now cupping my cheeks. I thought Chris was still holding my hand. I’m so messed up right now I don’t even feel the change. “You need food and time. Come, let's get you something to eat”. His eyes glazed over.
“What was that?” my brain now wanted answers.
“What?” he smiles.
“Your eyes glazed over. What does it mean?”
His smile somehow softens even more. “It means I am mind-linking to someone. Talking to them telepathically. Come, let’s get you fed. I have organised a private dining space and the food is on its way”. He stands up and puts both hands out for me.
I nod and take them, letting him help me up an
