Callum
I knew what she was doing the moment she stopped in front of us.
It was in the way she looked at me, like I was the last loose end in an otherwise flawless battle plan. Her expression wasn’t cruel. It was certain. That was somehow worse.
I wanted to stop her. Just, reach out and say something, anything. Ask for more time, maybe. Beg for it. But we both knew how pathetic that would be.
And she was right, wasn’t she?
Right to want a clean exit. Right to want control over the one thing still tethering us.
So I bit my tongue, so hard I tasted metal, but even that was nothing compared to what came next.
When she said those words, it didn’t just sting. It cracked the world in two. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like to have a fated bond break, maybe a fray, like a torn thread or
