Aeron’s POV

I felt it before I saw it.

The bond wasn’t something I could ignore; not anymore. It thrummed like a live wire under my skin, tugging me toward the east wing where Nyxion’s chambers were. No, not just Nyxion’s chambers.

I felt Naeris under my fucking skin every time.

The closer I came, the more it burned, until the sharp taste of humiliation hit the back of my throat. It wasn’t mine. It was hers.

And when I saw her leaving Aerila’s wing, her head ...