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We strode down the hall, our pairs of feet tapping against the bare floorboards. Outside the storm continued to throw a tantrum as though it knew its mistress had been stolen away by unknown forces. As we came closer to the corner of the hall Xander’s stride slowed until he stopped a few yards from the end.
“Xander?” I asked him as I slipped in front of him and studied his face. His face was pale and his eyes were riveted to the corner. “Xander, are you okay?”
He didn’t reply. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He started back and blinked down at me. His lips parted and a soft whisper escaped them. “Miriam. . .”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “It’s nice to know you haven’t forgotten about me completely.”
Darda slipped up on his side and glanced
