The Unbreakable Chain

Elira

I sit across from Wane in the same small hut, my gaze locked on his, his eyes steady and completely unyielding. The old wound on my leg has mostly healed, but the pain still gnaws deeply, a sharp, pulsing reminder of the blood bond that completely chains us together.

My wrist mark burns faintly, a subtle glow under my skin, and my chest feels like it is intensely caving in, each breath a major struggle. The silence between us is heavy and immense, exactly like a ...