Braxton’s POV
Two weeks.
That’s how long it’s been since the last time I saw her. But to me, it still feels like forever and the pain in my chest is still excruciating.
The memory of Andrea clung to me like a wound that wouldn’t close. The way her voice cracked when she said my name. The way her hand fit against mine like it was always meant to. Every night, I dreamed of her… sometimes laughing, sometimes calling out for me, and sometimes… fading right in front of my eyes.
I’d wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, certain that somewhere she was still alive. And I wasn’t wrong. I could feel it. The bond hadn’t died. It just… changed. Faded into a whisper I couldn’t quite reach.
The world had moved on, but I hadn’t. I would never. Ever.
Lucien stood by the training grounds that m
