“Aren’t you bummed that we’re alone?” Elena says after a while when our initial excitement tones down. We’re lying on our beds, staring at the ceiling. It looks exactly as I imagine the inside of a tree would look like, but that doesn’t mean I’m not weirded out by it any longer. I can’t believe I am inside a bloody tree.
I smile, feeling the everlasting presence inside my mind. “I’m never alone. Not truly,” I remind her, making her let out a sigh. It sound like she is … disappointed. How peculiar. But if I think about it twice, it isn’t peculiar at all. It’s only natural she isn’t exactly thrilled that Eros and I share the bond. I believe it’s something anyone would want for themselves. I mean, if the situation were reversed and Elena were bonded to Demitri, I would long to be bonded a
