Madison’s POV
The moment the mindlink forced itself back open, I felt the familiar, hateful pressure crush against my skull. It wasn’t gentle or passive. It wasn’t even neutral. It was a violent pull, a direct invasion, like claws digging into the back of my mind.
No, no, not again. I clutched my temples. Please, not now! The pain intensified, searing behind my eyes until it felt like fire spreading through my veins.
Then I heard him. Dylan. And he wasn’t just contacting me. He was shouting.
- MADISON! WHERE ARE YOU?!
His voice tore through the bond like a blade, sharp and merciless. My breath fastened, my nails scraping the floor as I tried to steady myself. Fear, the old, familiar fear, rushed up my spine.
Whenever Dylan screamed like that, something awful always followed. A slamme
