Mia
Steam swirled around me like a shroud. I sat on the edge of the marble tub, letting warm water drip down my wrists and pool on the floor. My heart still hadn’t slowed.
I could feel him… no, them, through the bond. Their twin heartbeats, one steady as the earth, the other restless as a storm. They were waiting. I didn’t have to look to know it. I could sense it.
They were as nervous as I was and as anticipating. For the first time since I had come to Fiato Castle, I was afraid… not of pain, not of enemies, but of what I felt.
I was no longer the weak girl who hid behind the healer's herbs and silence. I was no longer a frightened orphan from Crimson Pack. I had faced death and shadows and survived. Yet now, standing in a room filled with golden candlelight, I trembled at the thought
