Rogue Blood at the Borders
Katelyn did not sleep, even after Daniel left her room, the tension he carried remained behind like a storm that refused to move on.
The air still felt too heavy, too warm, too aware of him. Of them. She sat on the edge of her bed long after the silence returned, staring at the moonlight spilling across the floorboards in fractured silver lines.
“You won’t survive it.” His words echoed endlessly in her mind.
Not as a threat. That was the worst part.
Daniel had sounded afraid, and that fear seeped into her more deeply than anger ever could. Katelyn pressed her palms against her eyes, forcing herself to breathe steadily, but the bond refused to quiet tonight.
It pulsed restlessly beneath her skin, reacting to emotions she no longer knew how to distinguish f
