Stephie took in Astrid, incredulous and angry, more than angry, outraged. How dare - how? How could she have forgotten that Astrid and Miles used to have to thing, whatever it was. How could she have forgotten that Astrid could see lights, could spy on her feelings, could think that she knew what Stephie was going through. "How dare you," she growled. "How fucking dare you. This is nothing to do with - with him, this is nothing to do with you."