Zara's POV I rushed back down the corridor, my boots slapping against the polished floor, my pulse pounding far too loudly in my ears. I turned a corner too sharply and nearly collided with a solid wall of muscle. Ike. He caught me by both arms instantly, steadying me before I could even think of stumbling back. His brows drew together as he searched my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sharp and immediate. I swallowed and glanced over my shoulder, my eyes flicking down the corridor we’d just come from. For half a second, I was certain someone would be standing there, watching, listening. But the hallway remained empty, quiet in that unnerving Redpeak way. “Let’s go back inside,” I said quickly. “Please.” That was all it took. Ike didn’t argue. He turned, opened the door behind him, and ushered me inside before closing it firmly. The click of the latch sounded too final, too loud in the silence that followed. He stepped back, folding his arms over his chest, his postur
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