Isla. Kade’s voice is a strained, desperate thread in the storm. Look at me.
I force my head up. Kade is sitting on the floor in front of me, his hands gripping my knees. His eyes are silver-rimmed, his face pale and drawn, but his gaze is locked onto mine with absolute, unwavering focus.
We have to rebuild it, he projects, his mental voice cutting through the static like a knife. Right now. Before the noise drives us both insane.
I can’t, I sob, the mental projection fracturing. It’s too loud. The earth is too loud.
You are not alone, he says fiercely. He moves up onto the bed, pulling me into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He presses his forehead against mine. I am here. I am your anchor. Use me.
I close my eyes and reach for him. Not just his physical body, but the c
