Archangel felt for Trey’s presence, but evidently the mage had only returned to his meat body long enough to establish the communication. She waited, feeling more tense, more ragged, than she had in years. Control was everything, and she was on the verge of losing it. Emotions were fragged. She couldn’t have them and be herself, be the person others could depend on. She knew that, dammit, she knew that.