Chapter Eighteen – Sparks in the Dark
Evandra
Her heart still hadn’t slowed by the time she closed the door to her small room. She pressed her back against the wood, chest rising and falling in sharp breaths, as if she’d run miles instead of only a hallway.
The place his hand had lingered on her arm still burned, tingling with the ache of recognition. Sparks. The bond. Another bond.
Her knees weakened, and she sank onto the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands.
Sage? she whispered into the quiet of her mind. Tell me I imagined that. Tell me it isn’t real.
But Sage wasn’t merciful.
It is real, the wolf replied, her voice raw and trembling with equal parts pain and longing. Our mate.
“No,” Evandra whispered aloud, shaking her head furiously. “We already had one. We alrea
