Ava’s POV
The healers told me to rest.
Everyone told me to rest.
But lying there in my chamber after breakfast, staring up at the ceiling, felt like torture. My body might have been still but inside I was anything but calm.
Because of him.
Zack.
The bond was gnawing at me like claws scraping down my ribs. Heat, frustration and a kind of anger that wasn’t my own, It rolled into me in sharp waves until my chest hurt and my palms were slick with sweat.
I sat up and pressed my hands to my face. “Why can’t you just stop?” I whispered to no one.
But of course, he didn’t stop. I could feel him, on edge, like he was fighting ghosts and losing.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I shoved the blanket off me and left the chamber. My feet carried me through
