Nadia's POV
Lucian didn't come home tonight.
The torn of the mate bond was a persistent ache. Through this connection, I could feel Luka's emotions bleeding into mine in waves. It was a messy cocktail of alcohol-induced numbness and a raw, inexplicable violence.
What was going on?
I leaned my head back against the headboard, staring at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.
He was at the hospital. He was with Abbie.
The tears had long since dried, leaving my skin feeling tight and itchy.
Tomorrow. I told myself I would go to see Alpha Reid tomorrow. I would beg him to let us go to the High Council and dissolve the bond immediately. This "transition period" that Lucian insisted on was nothing short of psychological t*****e. Every second in this house, smelling his scent on the pillows
