Less blade.
More ache.
‘Mine’, she growled again, teeth still buried in my skin, and this time the word did not only vibrate against my throat.
It resonated inside my head.
Inside the place where Pluto had finally moved.
My vision blurred before I could stop it.
I hated that.
I hated crying. Hated the burn behind my eyes, the weakness of it, the way emotion could slip past every wall I had built and make a liar out of my face.
But I hated something else more.
I hated that the only thing I had wanted since the moment the bond snapped was this. To belong to her so completely that no drug, no magic, no scientist, no f*****g prophecy could cut me away again.
And she had known.
Of course she had.
Even when I couldn’t feel her. Even when Pluto couldn’t answer. Even when I stood outsi
