Sage’s POV
I watched as Zeph disappeared into the festival crowd, confusion tightening in my chest.
Why was she being so oblivious? She felt the bond—I knew she did. It was there in the way she looked at me, in the way she reacted to my touch, in the way she ran from me the moment I acknowledged it.
Did she not want me? Or was she just afraid? What could she be afraid of?
I let out a slow breath, trying to temper the fire burning beneath my skin. She had been in my thoughts from the moment I first saw her—no, from the moment I saved her.
The message from Terran had come earlier—he requested my help in protecting someone. Given the recent escalation in attacks, I agreed, expecting nothing out of the ordinary.
But by the time I arrived, the fight was already over. Then I saw her.
Zeph
