“What brings you here tonight?’ She smiled as she moved to the window and calmly slid the curtains closed. I started to pace, running my fingers through my hair. ”We don’t have time to explain everything, but we need—” Movement. I stilled just as my grandmother’s face slid past me, and I followed it. And then, I saw him. A man sat at her small dining table, his posture tense, his eyes locked on to mine. I hardly recognized him; it had been years since the last time we saw one another. I reached for my dagger on instinct. ”Micah?” He nodded once, wiping his hand over his mouth where crumbs of
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Dacre knows Micah?? That can’t be good
