Marissa
A heavy silence settled in the room.
Stunned, Brian sat frozen. His blank stare shifted as he realized what I was talking about.
"I don’t understand."
"That makes two of us," I muttered. "I found out at the festival. The moment I saw him, the bond hit me hard. I felt everything. But something is wrong."
He leaned closer. "What do you mean?"
"He refuses to acknowledge it," I sighed in frustration. "He won't reject me either. It’s like the bond doesn't exist for him.”
Brian’s fists crashed against the table, rattling the dishes. A glass nearly tipped over. He shoved back his chair, pacing restlessly, barely keeping his anger contained.
"Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner?" he snapped.
"Because I needed to be sure!" I shot back. "And because I didn’t want to hum
