CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED

Shocked, I pull away, reeling with the force of the bond as it settles within me, “What have you done?”

Sarah doesn’t seem to care about the horror in my voice, her lips pressed together, the blood on her lips giving her an almost wild look.

Her voice is tense, “Making the decision.”

Her eyes are still wet but there is a determined look in them, “I can’t let you run away. Now now. If you had wanted to run away then you shouldn’t have acted the way you have over these past few weeks. When Peter was trying to court me, messed up as it was, you kept getting in his way. You think I was ever going to find somebody better than you? You said so yourself! You staked your claim on me. I’m just finishing what you started, Lucas!”

Her voice is growing fiercer by the second and I see a glimpse of the old Sarah in her.

“Do you know what this means?” I ask, frustrated, and yet there is a strong sense of relief within me that makes me weak at the knees as I feel Sarah’s presence withi