I could feel him.
Endy.
His presence wrapped around me like a tightening noose, suffocating me, pulling me back into a bond that should have never been able to mend.
I had broken it.
I had chosen to sever our connection, and yet—somehow, it was reconstructing itself without my consent.
No!
Panic gripped me, twisting deep in my gut. My breathing grew shallow, my limbs trembling as a wave of dread washed over me.
I wouldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t.
My arms wrapped around myself, a desperate attempt to hold myself together, to fight the force of fate clawing at me.
And then—I screamed.
“I don’t want to choose any of them!
They are dead, and I am alive!
That’s all I care about! Leave me alone!”
My voice ripped through the temple, echoing like a shattered command—one laced with
