ELEANOR
I woke up feeling uncomfortable, a sensation that had become all too familiar lately, and I was honestly weary of it.
I lay still for a moment, catching my breath beneath the thick, woven blanket, my eyes tracing the patterns of light that danced playfully across the ceiling, filtered through the cracks in the heavy drapes.
A familiar warmth, a heat like a slow-burning ember, spread in my chest. My mind, unbidden, conjured the image of him—Ciaran.
Instantly, I shot up from the bed as panic clawed at me. No, this couldn't be happening. The bond with Baron was still there.
In fact, I think it was unbreakable, or so I thought. What I felt was something else entirely. It simply wasn’t possible.
Forcing the unsettling thoughts away, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and p
