The moon hung high and whole above the valley, but its gentle silver glow was no longer comforting. Instead, it pulsed faintly, responding to the strange rhythm in Seraphine’s veins.She sat at the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the jagged rocks, trying to make sense of the bond the pulse that had fused her life with the immortal’s. Every heartbeat, every breath, every movement sent a surge of energy through her body. Sometimes it felt like warmth; other times, a burning fire that threatened to consume her.He stood a few feet behind her, silent as always. The immortal’s eyes were fixed on her, unblinking. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The bond let him feel everything she did.“You’re thinking too much,” he finally said, his voice low and calm. “Focus on what’s happening. Don’t ignore it.”Seraphine exhaled sharply. “I can’t ignore it. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not with Lucien, not with the ritual… nothing. It’s like the bond is… alive.”He stepped closer
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