Pain. It wasn’t just in my body anymore; it was inside my mind, sharp, twisting, alive. The fragment pulsed like fire in my consciousness, intimate, mocking, relentless. Fear clawed, raw and biting. Pride surged, brittle and hot. I built this. I control this. I will survive this.
Vorde’s hand pressed against mine, trembling. His blue eyes were sharp, searching, fragile with trust and fear. “Veronica, you’re.” He faltered. Desire, pride, and uncertainty tangled in his gaze. I flinched, jealousy flickering, bitter and unbidden. He’s here, relying on me. I can’t fail him now.
“I’m fine,” I snapped, voice shaking but loud. Pride flared, masking fear. I must stay strong. I must protect them both. Viole clutched my arm, her small hands trembling, eyes wide. Panic lanced through me. Not her. No
