Thorne's POV
He had known she was in the kitchen before Danna told him.
That was the part he hadn't said out loud yet that the bond didn't just tell him where she was, it told him how she was. The specific quality of what Nova felt moved through him the way cold moved through a room when a window opened: unmistakable, immediate, entirely not his own.
This morning: focused, slightly tired, and underneath both of those things the warm particular satisfaction of hands doing familiar work. He had known she was at the bread before he'd reached the kitchen corridor.
Two days ago in the mountain snow: the laugh, real and completely unguarded, had arrived in his chest approximately one second before he'd heard it with his ears.
