My Brother My Mate
The sound rips out of my throat, raw and ugly.
“Good,” Viktor says, sounding pleased. “Yes. Let it out. Let it break.”
No. No, I can’t...
But I can feel it anyway. Something inside me cracking open. Not the power. Me. My mind. My memories. Everything that makes me Freya is starting to splinter.
I’m falling apart. Pieces that won’t ever go back together.
Help me, I beg through the bond. Dane, please. I’m losing myself...
I’ve got you. His answer is instant, fierce. I’ve got you, baby. Hold onto me. Hold onto us. Don’t let go.
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