[Elora]
The bond should have settled by now. That’s what Sylas had said, his voice calm and reassuring when he’d explained everything he had found during his research on the bond, the nuances of our newfound connection. But three days after the ritual, it was anything but settled. If anything, it felt more volatile, more raw, a living wire humming just beneath my skin, a constant, low thrum that made the very air in the mansion feel charged.
Emotions bled between us like threads tugged too tight, a constant, low thrum of shared feeling. When I was startled by a sudden noise—the sharp clang of a distant bell, the unexpected creak of a floorboard—I could feel Sylas flinch, a distant echo of my own jumpiness, a subtle tightening in my chest that wasn't entirely mine. When Vernon dreamed—and
