The Final Rejection

Kael

My heart completely stops when I see Elira standing right behind Wane. She moves toward me with slow, completely deliberate steps, each one steady and measured—the faint glow at her wrist a soft pulse, a painful reminder of the blood bond that tightly ties her to Wane.

I open my mouth to frantically speak, but the urgent words instantly die before they even leave my lips. Her hand forcefully cracks across my face. The sting is sharp, immediate, and utterly raw.

“You ...