Ivy’s Pov

The carriage rocked gently as it moved through the forest path, the moonlight flickering through the trees like flashes of silver fire.

Ezra sat beside me, his hand loosely clasping mine, his thumb stroking circles against my skin.

It should’ve been comforting but it wasn’t.

I pressed a palm to my chest again, right over the spot where the bond used to hum.

Nothing.

No pulse. No heat. Just emptiness.

I tried to convince myself that it was good. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t ...