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The guilt gnawed at me like a hungry beast as I paced Dark's room long after River and Doctor Luther had left. My fingers raked through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.
The thought of Dark hating me made my insides twist painfully. I knew it was the bond's doing— before all this, I wouldn't have cared so much. That realization only fueled my anger.
I glanced at Dark lying on the bed, his face scrunched up in discomfort. His body twitched and jerked, fighting some unseen force. I knew it was the bond working its way through him, just as it had done to me.
A part of me, the old Dawn, should have felt happy seeing him suffer, but I didn't. Instead, a heavy weight settled in my chest. With a loud sigh, I walked to his bedside, unsure of what I
