Bound to The Enemy of My Mate
Vanquished.
The internal conflict vanished, replaced by a vast, empty void.
Elira’s consciousness snapped off like a light. Her body went utterly, terrifyingly limp beneath his.
Kilometers away, hidden in the salt-sprayed rocks by the churning sea, Thane was jolted upright by a searing, phantom pain. But this was the final, cataclysmic assault. As Kael reached his peak, a white-hot agony, more intense than anything he had ever felt, tore through Thane’s chest. It was not just a pang of jealousy; it was a visceral, physical reaction, as if a vital organ had been ripped from his body.