I still couldn’t feel our bond; I’d noticed it earlier too, but I wasn’t completely sure at that time but I’m sure of it now.
I touched Grae’s chest gently, slipping my hand under his shirt to feel his bare skin. His touch didn’t distract me like it usually does, and his skin doesn’t send pleasant little shocks of pleasure down my spine when I touch him. It was almost as if the bond was gone, but that was impossible.
Wasn’t it? I thought to myself.
Grae pulled me away, leaving the defeated man behind as he climbed up off the ground and nursed his broken nose. Grae had a stronghold on my arm as he led me away. His hold slightly hurt, but part of me didn’t mind. I needed him to touch me, I needed to feel the spark, it had to come back.
“You’re supposed to be in bed!” Grae said firmly a
