The bond is screaming now, not a pull but a tearing sensation that feels like something vital is being ripped straight out of my chest, and I curl inward instinctively, fingers digging into the floor as if that might anchor me. Every breath feels like knives, and for one horrifying moment I am absolutely certain that this is it, that Bella is slipping away and the bond is following her.
“No.” I snarl through clenched teeth, my vision blurring. “No, no, no.”
Felix drops beside us, gripping my shoulder hard. “What the hell is happening?” He demands, fear bleeding into his voice despite his control.
Before I can answer, the pain vanishes.
Not gradually, not mercifully, but all at once, like someone flipped a switch, and the sudden absence of it is almost as disorienting as the agony was.
