Ivy
It took several minutes for the worst of the pain to finally subside. It feels as if someone is reaching into my chest and squeezing my lungs little by little until it is too hard to even draw a breath. Black dots blur the edges of my vision as Max and Sara help me down from the bleachers.
My legs are shaky, and my breath is still uneven, but the bond is screaming—Ronan’s pain, his fear, his longing—it hasn’t stopped pulsing through me as we hit the final set of stairs.
Ronan was shot.
Is he dead?
Is that what this feeling is? The mate bond severing completely? Goddess, is this what it felt like for my mom when Dad died?
Nyx is frantic; she can't reach Aric, and it has her thinking the worst as well.
“Is he okay?” I force the words out that I wish I never even had to utter.
