The pain intensified with time, making any escape attempt seem futile. Jumping from this height would surely result in broken bones. As my heart pounded violently, a strange sensation gripped me—a tug, as if something was being ripped apart inside me.
I attempted to recall anything from my studies that could explain what was going on. Still, the pain in my body made it difficult for me to go down memory lane.
It occurred to me that this is the type of pain described in the books, in which the one experiencing it is either a person going to die or their mate is going to die, in which case both must endure what the other is experiencing. The intensity surpassed what the books had depicted.
Part of me felt I was going to die, but I was worried about Edward on the other side. Maybe somethin
