REED
I found him in the kitchen. I had told myself when I walked out of that corridor after ending the call that I was just going to find him, stand somewhere near him and that was all.
Close enough for the bond to settle and the restlessness living in my chest to finally have somewhere to go. Nothing that violated Voss's conditions and nothing that made things harder for him than they already were, that was the plan.
Then I pushed open the kitchen door and everything stopped.
He was at the far sink with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, working through a stack of dishes with his back half turned to me. The kitchen was winding down for the evening, the other staff moving around him with the tired efficiency of people finishing a long shift, the clatter of pots and the hiss of running water filling the space with ordinary noise.
Asher was in the middle of all of it, completely unaware that I was standing in the doorway and he was laughing.
