CELESTE
I didn’t want to admit that I could feel his heartbreak through the bond. This marriage was a cage I willingly stepped into for my own ends. But the pain seeping through the bond wasn’t something I could easily shut out. It was like trying to ignore the sound of your own scream in your head.
“Damn it,” I muttered, slumping against the wall.
I paced for a while before sinking onto the bed. I wanted to bury my face in the pillow and scream until my lungs gave out. I wanted to curse him, curse the bond, curse every moon that had ever shone over the gods who thought this was funny.
Instead, I lay wide awake listening for the sound of his return. But he didn’t come back.
By dawn, I was hollow-eyed, angry, and tired enough to regret my entire existence. I’d changed into a silk robe
