Overwhelming nerves continue to soak through my bond with Landry, while the sound of his racing heart fills our small cottage. I look over at him with compassion as I take his hand in mine and squeeze it tightly.
“You’re not breathing,” I say with concern.
He lets out a deep breath and at my words resumes breathing. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“Well, duh,” remarks Beatrix.
“Hush. That’s not helping,” I chastise her. I give Landry a reassuring smile and rub his hand between mine, allowing the electricity of our bond to soothe him while I project all the calm I can. “I understand you’re nervous, but my parents have really been coming around to you lately. It’ll be fine,” I say calmly.
“Yeah, to us being marked and living together, but to me getting their teenage daughter pregnant? Yo
