“You’re exhausted, Celeste. Why don’t you go home, and I’ll—” A squealed “Apa” rang out, followed by a little blonde tornado headed straight for Asher. He crouched just in time to catch the incoming child. As he rose, he smoothed the hair off her face. “What are you still doing up, you?” My heart tripped. Leigh . . . My friend was there, in a new body, but she was right there. If I reached out, I could touch her. I had touched her. “I was trying to sleep but I had a really bad dream, Apa.” She shuddered. “It was so scary. There was this man. And he was choking me.” I sucked in a breath. Could
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