"Up here!"
They heard Chris' footsteps thunder up the stairs and through the hallway only moments after Art called out to him.
Chris opened the door without even thinking about knocking. But no one reprimanded him, thanks to the panicked look on his face. He was momentarily stunned by the lingering heavy aroma of food, but he snapped back into focus.
"There's trouble on the horizon!"
"You already said that."
Micah looked at Chris with a calm, reproachful gaze as he infused his voice with the Persuasion he was starting to get the hang of.
"And tell me what's going on."
With the help of the pressure from Micah's gaze, and the power in his voice, Chris calmed down. He was still panting from sprinting, and he was still jittery.
