She touched her chest with her eyes widened like a deep memory of hers had been struck.
"I can actually mind-link him," Sasha admitted once again.
I gave her an expectant look that practically begged her to continue. You can do it.
"I've never tried this before, but… here it is." She inhaled deeply, scooted until her back pressed firmly against the cold wall, then shut both eyes. Her hands lifted slightly, palms hovering in the air as her fingers curved inward like she was meditating.
I bit my lips in anxiety, nearly chewing it raw. My heart throbbed painfully in my chest as I watched her breathe in, breathe out. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air heavier, like everything depended on this single moment.
"Brian," she whispered.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. A small crease formed between her brows, then smoothed out again. Father and I exchanged hopeful glances. I didn't know if it was false hope, but it was hope nonetheless.
Sasha's breath hitched.
