Darrian's POV
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She didn't scream.
She didn't cry.
Not at first.
The Moon Goddess's hands glowed with a pale, silvery light as she lifted them toward us. Heather clutched me, frantic, whispering my name again and again like if she said it enough, it would protect us.
Then the pain started.
It wasn't physical-at least not in the way I'd prepared for. It was like someone reached into my soul and began unraveling threads that had been stitched into me from the start. The bond between us began to burn-hot, violent, then cold. I felt it all. Every memory, every shared heartbeat, every echo of her laughter... slipping.
Heather's eyes locked with mine in confusion as her breathing hitched. Her grip loosened.
Her soul recoiled.
"Darrian?" she whispered, almost as if the name felt for
