[Ava's POV]
The room was silent except for the hum of distant machinery—a steady, mechanical rhythm that did nothing to calm the storm inside Ava’s mind.
She stood by the window, staring out at the night, trying to focus on the darkness beyond, but her thoughts were like a hundred knives twisting through her chest.
Her fingers were clenched at her sides. The muscles, in her fingers felt really tight. It was like her fingers were trying to hold back something. Her fingers were very tense like they were ready to do something at any moment.
Her fingers were still clenched the muscles still tight, as if they were still trying to restrain something.
The weight of the bond was heavier tonight, thicker. It wasn’t the faint whisper of a connection she had grown used to—it was a roar. A pound
