The Spark of the Bond

Elira

Wane stands a few cold steps away from me, his eyes distant and unfeeling. The man I deeply loved—the one who used to instantly smile at me like I was his entire world—looks at me now exactly like I’m a dangerous stranger. I feel my stomach intensely twist with despair. I absolutely can’t let this nightmare end like this, with him forgetting everything we had.

“Wane,” I say, my voice terribly shaking now. “Please, you must listen to me. I am truly not ...