“Neevah,” Canon calls. I look over my shoulder, committing his face and the way I feel when I’m around him to memory. He stares back, his expression enigmatic, but alert. “Yeah?” I ask, my voice pitched low. Waiting. Breath held. “Nothing.” He frowns, clears his throat. “Good to see you again. Thanks for flying out.” Before I can respond, he releases the door, letting it close between
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