“Darius,” I snapped. “It’s me.” “Lance?” he gasped in confusion, and I nodded. “By the fucking sun, what kind of illusion is that?” “Oh right,” I muttered, waving a hand to dissolve it. “How did you get here? Are you running? Do we need to go?” He jumped out of bed, starting to grab his stuff and a smile pulled at my mouth. “No, brother.” I shot toward him, knocking him back onto the bed and winding my arms around him. He pulled me closer with a sigh of relief as our foreheads pressed together.
