ZARIA'S POV
I groaned, trying to roll onto my side, but my entire body flared with a sharp, blinding heat. Cassian hadn't pulled a single punch during our session last night, and now every single human muscle I had was screaming in protest.
But the physical ache wasn't even the worst part. It was the hollow, disgusting pull in the center of my chest. The bond. Even though Garrick had brutally rejected me, that broken link was still there. It was a sick, constant reminder that he was still alive and breathing out there. He was probably wrapping his arms around my sister right now, and the sheer thought of it made me want to throw up.
The heavy bedroom doors creaked open, cutting off my thoughts. Camilla walked into the room holding a wooden tray with a bowl of porridge and a cup of thic
