The collar around Liora’s throat pulsed like a living thing. She could feel it in every breath she took. The soft glow that once shimmered gently now burned brighter, winding through her like a second heartbeat. She stood by the window of the chambered room, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. The city below was faint, blurry, distorted through the shimmering barrier that separated his world from hers. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to walk through those streets again, to hear the noise of the outside world. But the sound in her head was no longer her own heartbeat. It was his.
She’d lost count of how many nights had passed. The tower didn’t let sunlight in. The air didn’t change. It was always warm, always still, like the space existed outside of time. The bond ins
