Amara
The bond had always been there.
A quiet hum beneath my skin. A gentle tether to Lucian’s energy that kept me grounded even when I didn’t want to admit it.
But now?
Now it burned.
Not like fire. Not like pain.
Like heat. Like lightning. Like the weight of something divine pressing against my chest and demanding to be acknowledged.
I avoided him all morning.
Tended to the clinic. Sorted herbs that didn’t need sorting. Checked on supplies that hadn’t moved in weeks. All to keep my hands busy and my mind distracted.
It didn’t work.
Because no matter what I did, I could still feel him.
Like he was in the room, even when he wasn’t.
Nyra stirred, restless. You’re starving yourself. Not for food. For touch. For him.
“I’m fine.”
You’re lying. And it’s starting to show.
I clench
