Leo’s POV

For a moment, I can’t move. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t trust myself to.

The bond settles slowly, like something ancient weaving itself into place, threading through my chest, my lungs, my bones. It’s steady, deep, and unshakable.

Her… She’s there. Not just beside me or in front of me anymore. She’s inside me, in the bond. Alive, strong, mine.

My breath leaves me in a slow, unsteady exhale as I rest my forehead against hers, my eyes closing as I ...