Hale-Ferguson Residence, Aurelia
Devon stood in the backyard, watching the last of the sun's golden rays disappear as it set over the horizon. He had a cup of coffee in one hand, the other buried in his pocket.
He could feel it.
A couple of hours ago, he'd sensed this tug from his permanent link with Ambrose. Something he's never felt for an entire week.
Throughout the week of Ambrose's disappearance, the link had been dull. Quiet.
Now it pulsed with multiple emotions he couldn't make sense of.
The most frustrating part was that he didn't have a way to test out if his hunch was correct. Since the links evolved, only Ambrose has ever been able to use them for telepathic communication.
A soft wind blew through the backyard, rustling the trees and making him draw in a deep breath.
"Okayyy." The door slid behind him, followed by Viktor's toned-down voice. "I got the little guy some of that parfait you made, and he's no longer asking about his daddy."
