Whatever happened that night, we never spoke of it again.
Even though I knew we should, neither of us seemed capable of facing it. We were both too rattled, each drowning in our own thoughts, silently agreeing, without words, that neither of us wanted to talk about it.
General Christy’s words still haunted me, and though nothing she said would ever change the fact that I would never force Grim to do anything he didn’t want to do, a part of me couldn’t shake the fear that the binding was more than I ever thought it could be... that it was affecting us in ways I don’t understand.
I didn’t even want to think of what that could mean— about what it could mean for our supposed love that we just admitted to each other.
She could be lying.
But she could also be right.
Maybe.
Somehow.
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