NOVA
I'm bleeding from the cut on my neck, but I can barely feel the sting. Rhydar stares at me in silence, as though he's daring me to do my worst. My hands are shaking so badly, but I don't care. I'm disgusted. I want to carve the bond out of me. I don't care if I die trying. But I can't stay bound to my brother's killer for another second longer than I have.
"Take it back," I say, and Rhydar blinks at me as if he can’t understand the words I've just uttered. And that drives me mad. What the hell is wrong with him? Does he really think I wouldn't slit my own throat?
"Nova," he warns, taking another step towards me, and I shuffle backwards.
Fine. I'll show him.
But before I can do anything, he's standing right in my space, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
"Let go of me," I hiss,
