THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME
Lunara was regaining her composure, pulling herself back from the edge of emotional collapse.
Perfect. But I needed to move quickly, before the moment passed.
"The beautiful irony," I said, beginning to apply pressure to the needle, "is that she'll feel it happen. Through the bond, she'll experience every moment of this severance. She'll feel your love for her die, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but empty space."
The ice around the needle's tip spread across Ronan's chest in delicate patterns. Where it touched, his skin went numb, then began to burn with cold fire.
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