FIONA
I would have laughed but I could barely even breathe properly. I settled for a wobbly smile at Ethan and tried to sit up again. But the moment I moved, agony tore through my arm.
A strangled sound escaped me and I collapsed back against the stretcher, breathing hard.
“Your wrist is dislocated,” the paramedics said quickly and I could tell they were seriously considering risking treason and asking the crown prince to get out “Luckily, nothing else seems broken but we still need you to lie still until we get you to the local medical center.”
I barely heard them. It was not the same as the pain of ripping my bond to Damien but boy was it close.
It wasn’t normal or bearable. It burned through me, amplified and magnified. It was like every nerve in my arm had been stripped raw and
