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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Author: E. Jennings
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-23 04:41:25

Gregory woke with his hand over his heart.

The pain was immediate—sharp, concentrated, wrong. Not the familiar heat that curled low in his chest when he thought of her, but something tighter, more insistent, as if the bond had twisted inward on itself and decided to bite.

He dragged in a breath through clenched teeth and pushed himself upright.

Empty sheets.

Of course they were empty. Elora had never been allowed here. Never needed to be. The bond had always been enough—always humming beneath his skin, always pulling him toward her even when she tried to look away, even when she pretended she wasn’t already his.

Gregory pressed his palm harder to his chest and reached for the thread instinctively.

It snapped outward.

Then stopped.

Not faded. Not weakened.

Stopped.

The sensation was jarring enough to make his vision blur for a heartbeat. The bond didn’t recoil—it resisted, like something braced on the other end, refusing to give ground.

A slow smile spread across Gregory’s mouth.

“So,”
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