Malachi

It was the same dream, but the scenery had shifted. We were no longer at the mercy of the wind. This time, I was paralyzed, forced to watch Kaida’s relentless attempt to sever our bond.

Blinding heat seared through my back, and I could feel a viscous, slimy liquid oozing from the wound. The stench was stifling, blurring my vision of her. I tried to scream a warning—to tell her not to break the tether. The repercussions would be grievous; it would undermine the very reason I ...