Deborah’s POV

The bond broke. No, it shattered.

It was like glass exploding inside her, a thousand sharp pieces tearing through Deborah's chest, her lungs, her heart. The warm feeling inside her, there since the bond began, went cold, then colder, then nothing.

A space opened where Erick used to be. It felt huge and terrible and wrong. Deborah couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't...

No.

She was still holding him. His body was still warm in her arms. Blood soaked her clothes. His ...