Stephanie

I knew something was wrong. Will doesn’t get angry like what I felt rolling through the bond from him. When he walked into our bedroom, I could tell I wasn’t going to like what he was going to say.

He scooped me into his arms and sat in the rocking chair holding me.

“It’s that bad, huh?” I ask.

He rocks me for a moment without speaking. Since it almost feels like he needs our closeness as much as I do, I lay against him and tuck my face against his neck.

“There are three ...