The mirror shattered first.
My fist went through it before I realized I'd moved. Glass exploded across the bathroom floor, glittering like diamonds in the moonlight.
Blood dripped from my knuckles.
I didn't feel it.
Couldn't feel anything except the rage burning through my chest like wildfire.
And underneath the rage, worse than the rage was the hollow ache where the bond used to be.
Not gone.
God, I wished it was gone.
But still there. Still pulling. Still screaming at me that I'd made a mistake, that I needed to go after her, that I needed to
I punched the wall.
Plaster cracked. My hand went through the drywall like it was paper.
Not enough.
Nothing was enough.
I grabbed the lamp off my nightstand and hurled it across the room. It exploded against the opposite wall. Then the
