Nyx's POV
"Like you're not my prisoner. Or like this means something."
"Doesn't it?" The question slipped out before I could stop it.
His hand on my stomach flexed and I felt his whole body go rigid behind me.
He didn't answer. Didn't need to. Through the bond, I felt everything he wouldn't say: his want warring with his hate, his need fighting against his control, his wolf clawing to get closer while his mind screamed to push away.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and thick.
My heart stuttered and skipped as it struggled to find its rhythm, each beat weaker than the last. The cold was receding but so was my strength, my consciousness threatening to slip away with every labored breath. I tried to hold on, tried to stay present, but exhaustion dragged at me like an anchor pulli
