I let go of the tether.
The pain vanishes, replaced by a profound, hollow exhaustion. My legs give out, and I collapse backward. Kade is there instantly, his right arm wrapping securely around my waist, catching me before I hit the ground.
I’ve got you, he projects, his mental voice thick with emotion. I’ve got you, Luna.
I nod weakly, burying my face in his chest, my body trembling violently from the adrenaline and the nerve shock. The matrix, I gasp. Is it stable?
It’s stable, Kade replies, his right hand gently stroking my hair. The dome is holding. The energy load is perfectly distributed. You did it, Isla. You held the line.
Three hours later, I am standing in front of the full-length mirror in our suite.
Margot has patched me up. My left shoulder is heavily taped, my ribs bound
