I’m sitting in the cabin window, knees drawn to my chest, watching the first fat drops of rain begin to fall, splattering against the dusty glass.
Each drop feels like another crack forming in my heart, a fresh rupture of the wounds I thought were slowly, painfully scarring over.
It’s been… days? Weeks? Since I came back. Since I faced Zara. Since I saw Nox again.
The bond with him, the mate bond, should be gone. It should be. After his rejection, after Lior’s manipulations, after all the distance and pain, it should have shriveled and died.
But being near him… it’s a constant, nagging itch. It burns, a low, persistent flame that refuses to be extinguished.
It’s like something deep within me got reactivated the moment I stepped back into Lunaris, a dormant connection jolted back t
