Una
I had been in this cell for twenty-three hours. I knew because I’d been counting. The seconds, the minutes, every aching breath that pressed my ribs into the cold stone wall.
The mate bond was a constant, deep throb in my chest, a bruise that refused to heal. I’d been trying to shield myself, to lock my emotions down so tightly he wouldn’t feel them ripple through our connection. So he wouldn’t feel me breaking.
But I was so tired. The
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