Ambrosia POV
“Wow,” Elijah said. We’d made it out of the state by the time I caught him up with me leaving the orphanage. I could feel muted feelings from him through our incomplete bond, but now I felt wave upon crushing wave of sorrow.
“Don’t,” I groaned. “I mean, I know it was bad, but it was a long time ago. I’m over it.”
He cast a stiff glance at me- the first he’d risked it since the accident- and adjusted his grip on the wheel. We were cruising on open highway, and with it being midmorning, it wasn’t incredibly crowded. His lips curled in that signature boyish smirk of his. “You know, my pack has a therapist in it. I think you would-” I punched his arm, and he barked a laugh. “I’m joking, I’m joking.” Under his breath, he added, “Kind of.”
I groaned again.
“So, that’s how Syl
