The silver ribbons of the mate bond felt like they were choking her.
Daisy sat curled in the window seat of her bedroom, pressing her forehead against the cool glass as rain pelted the other side. The storm that had started during her confrontation with Christian still raged, though she couldn't tell anymore how much of it was natural and how much came from her own turmoil.
The image of Elvira touching Christian, of him letting her get so close, played on endless loop in her mind. Each replay sent fresh waves of pain through the silver ribbons connecting them—bonds that felt more like chains now. The Moon's Tear pulsed against her throat, responding to her distress.
"You're only torturing yourself," Twilight's voice echoed in her mind, gentle but firm.
"I can't help it." Daisy's finger
