Nina
“Zorion?” I whispered dizzily, as voices mixed up in my ears, my senses confused and overwhelmed.
A beam of light broke through the darkness of my closed eyes. His image formed in my mind. Just like in our dream, he looked pale, tired, half-alive.
“Nina,” he murmured before sliding down the edge of the rock he stood on.
“Zorion, please!” Running towards the edge, my startled eyes saw my mate falling down an abyss, a dark and bottomless pit. His eyes were filled with desperation and fixed on mine as he struggled to stop his own fall, frantically flailing his arms and legs.
Cold sweat sneaked down my face as my heart hammered in my chest and the bitter taste of regret exploded on my tongue.
“No, no, no!” I murmured, trying to reach for him, my arms stretching to their limit, but
