Killian kept staring at my hands. He was still waiting for his healer to obey.
I tightened my grip on the dagger. He had given it to me on our bonding day.
Its curved edge and moonstone hilt were meant to mark a bond that would never break, and I had worn it at my waist ever since.
Tonight, I would use it to leave him.
I stepped into the center of the room. The guards watched but made no move to stop me.
I raised the blade into the lantern light. Across the room, Killian watched me. I held his gaze.
I drew the blade across my palm.
Silver bit into my palm. Blood welled over the cut and struck the floorboards.
No one in our pack had spoken the ancient Unbinding Vow for a hundred years. I spoke it now.
“By the moon above and the earth below. By the blood I spill of my own free will,
