San opened the door. “Hel—” He choked on air.
The herald of Miral smiled at him. “Good evening. I was—”
San slammed the door closed before he realized what he was doing.
“Sanjana!” the grandmother snapped, and she started yelling at him.
Open the door, he told himself as she cursed, her words becoming little more than fuzz as his head spun, but his arms were frozen to his sides. Just open the door, you fool! Open it or he’ll only get angrier! He’ll—
“Is this a bad time?” the herald called, shocked and a touch embarrassed, as though he had done something in particular to cause San’s panic.
“Who is that?” His grandmother took a step toward the door.
“Nothing!” San cried, turning around to stop his grandmother. “It’s no one! Just some stranger. I’ll take care of it!” He shot out the door, slammed it closed behind him, and found himself nose to nose with one of the most powerful men in the world.
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