DARIAN
The bond is killing me.
It’s like something invisible wrapped itself around my chest and refuses to let go. Every breath, every heartbeat, it’s laced with thoughts of her. Iris. Her scent lingers in my lungs like wildfire, and even now, sitting in the dark of my room, I can still feel her. Like a whisper in the back of my mind, calling me.
I went to her room again today.
Didn’t even think. I just ended up there. I didn’t go inside, didn’t touch anything. Just stood there at her door like some sick fool, memorizing the sound of her breathing through the wood. I hate myself for it. For wanting her when I shouldn’t. For not being able to stop.
I’m promised to Adira. That’s the way it’s been written, carved into the future like stone. And I know damn well how this ends. I’ve always
