But something was obviously wrong. “Are you alright?” I asked, turning her body so we were out of sight from anyone coming up the stairs. Her eyes snapped to mine, recognition dawning before she closed them and slumped against the stone wall. The sight was so at odds with the fearsome Alchemist from the other night, whose green pools had blazed with dark, cold fire when facing those Shifters. “I’m fine. I just…need a minute,” she said, her voice softer than I remembered.
