Cierra:
The fire in the hearth had burned low when Dane jerked awake. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wide, pupils dilated. I froze beside him, heart thundering, fingers still tangled in his.
“Cierra…” His voice was raw, distant, panicked. “Someone… someone was in my head. Watching.”
My stomach dropped. Not the remnants of his purge, not nightmares—but real. Someone had intruded. Someone had sensed the bond.
Dominic stiffened behind me, gaze snapping between us. His hand hovered over mine—not touching—but the heat of it seared through me.
“Where?” he demanded. Low, clipped, dangerous.
Dane shook his head, shivering. “I don’t know. Just… shadows. Whispers. Cold. They weren’t me. They weren’t you. But they saw. They felt us.”
The bond thrummed violently between the three of
