A LOVE LIKE OURS
Her dinner sat untouched, and she seemed reluctant to be more than an arm’s reach from Yvette at any moment.
After she fell asleep in Yvette’s lap, the house finally quiet, Tristan poured them both a drink and sat across from her.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” he asked. “When she played.”
Yvette nodded. “It wasn’t just the song. It was like… something listening through her.”
“I’ve seen that before,” he said. “When they’re close. When the Network uses a tether to bridge the space between. Music, mirrors, blood. The older the line, the stronger the bond.”
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