MEGHAN
I’d just finished drying my hair when I heard someone knock on my door.
Mmh. Must be Gran.
I put the brush down and headed for the door; however, it only took me a couple of steps to catch a whiff of that scent.
No, it wasn’t Grandma behind the door.
“Liam?” I asked, startled, opening the door.
“Hello, new towermate” he smiled. His deep, gentle voice rumbled through me and pulled some strings in my soul, as if it were a harp.
It was such a strange, eerie, foreign feeling that made me reel for a moment: it was almost as if he was a part of my soul – or as if a part of his soul was bond to a part of my own. Certainly, it was a feeling strong enough to make me not notice, for a few second, what he’d just said.
Tower-what?
“I… I beg your pardon?”
Liam laughed. “Well, yo
