Chapter 37
Rayna
The first stab of pain hit while I was brushing my teeth.
One second I was staring at my own tired face in the bathroom mirror, foam in my mouth, thinking about how weird my life had gotten. The next, it felt like someone drove a hot knife under my ribs and twisted.
I dropped the toothbrush. It clattered into the sink.
The second wave hit harder. Not just pain—impact. My shoulder slammed into the doorframe like I’d actually been thrown against something. Except I hadn’t moved.
“Miron,” I gasped, even before my brain caught up.
The bond roared to life. Not a hum, not a tug. A full-on surge. Heat and panic and this awful, white-bright spike along my nerves.
I grabbed the edge of the sink and held on. My left side burned, like something had raked across it. I knew, lo
