How could she feel him? Did they share a bond? So many questions sprang to my lips. They couldn't share a bond! What would I do if they did? I could feel my heart fall to my stomach while she rose and moved out of the dining room, leaving me to hurry after her.
"How can you feel him? Are you – are you?" The question would not leave my mouth. My vocal cords refused to give them life by uttering them. She continued her majestic walk to her room until Marcella came to intercept us.
Her hazel eyes stared at me with something akin to disgust. Me as in the real me. I watched myself or well, Ariana for a reaction. All this was messing with my head. I wondered how it would be for her.
Marcella looked at me. "Who is she?” She demanded, voice controlled.
"It's me. It's. " I pitied Aria
