Mira
I sat at my desk, the glow of the interface reflecting off my tired eyes. The weight of the silence between Evan and me was suffocating me, but it was the thread inside me— the mate bond— that made it unbearable. I could feel it tugging and pulling, like a whisper inside my blood.
“Why won’t you let me go?” I muttered under my breath, fingers tapping nervously on the glass screen.
The bond pulsed stronger with my frustration, then softened when I calmed myself. It was as if my emotions were levers, shifting it’s hold.
I leaned back, staring at the ceiling.if I could control this…maybe I could change what it meant.
Later in the common room, I found Lyra curled up with a book. She looked as I dropped onto the couch beside her.
“Long day?” She asked, eyes curious.
I hesitated, the
