She opened her mouth to take him in but he moved away. A soft whimper escaped her lips before she could stop herself but he didn’t seem to notice.�...Do it again soon?” Chris asked.Amaya couldn’t speak. Her heart was pounding too hard. She nodded and Chris smiled.“Cool. I’ll call you.”Amaya smiled. She was sure of it.In her room, someone had slipped a manila envelope under the door. It was addressed to her, and said ‘History Notes’ written on it. She smiled as she recognized Wesley’s handwriting. I panicked and tried to quickly remember where the key to the cuffs was. I heard a noise, someone coming, I went to scream but was grabbed, something was pressed into my mouth, solid, round, I felt it secured in place behind my head. Then something was tied over my eyes, I struggled desperately, trying to regain my bearing, kicking the desk and squealing in agony my toe on fire. Then a leather collar was put round my neck, I heard a click and a pull from a leash that was attached.?No. The once we went out together she walked to my place. All this sounds like I had thought about her a lot, but really it's that afterward I had tried to reconstruct what I had known about her. The reason she was calling me at 2 a.m. was that she was looking for a place to stay. There was a fire in her apartment building (probably somebody hooking up a Christmas tree stupidly, one fireman told her) and while her part of the building was safe, with maybe damp halls, the fire department was. “That is, if you’re staying?”“Yes, at least for tonight. Thank you.”After Cara had left, Yewen spoke again. “Treya, dear, it’s good to see you. Ola’s kept me apprised of your progress. She was quite annoyed when you chose the mystics—I take it from your clothing, you’ve completed the training?”“Yes, Mother Yewen.”“I’m proud of you, child. I was a mystic, too, for a few years, but then I broke my hip. Promise me you’ll be careful. It can be a dangerous life.”“I’ll be careful, Mother Yewen. Is.