Vanka Prt 4

“I’m sorry, baby. I have to.” Pulling us to standing, he starts running for the nearest entrance to the courtyard. His focus intent as he scans the wall and moves us as fast as he can to the nearest gate. It’s a human run, not hyper speed and he hauls ass to get me outside the perimeter of the enclosed garden and building. I don’t understand and all I can do is cling on and stiffen and sob at the movements that bring me no end of agony.

His mind syncs with mine as soon as we are free from the confines of the courtyard, I feel it. Shocked with the sudden presence of him inside my head even though he doesn’t say anything at all. A change to the weight on my chest and the dull fog of my brain as he skids down to his knees, scraping across the tarmac, taking me down with him as soon as he feels the bond return so effortlessly.

“Try now. Trust me, you have to try. Focus on me, think of yourself as you were the night of your turning. Th