TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND
I pressed my hand flat against my chest, holding my breath in absolute silence, desperate for a response, only to be met with nothing.
"Okay," I murmured to the empty room. "Okay." I lay back down, my eyes fixed on the ceiling until the grey light gradually softened into gold.
The headache arrived with breakfast, a familiar unwelcome guest for the past three mornings. It wasn’t a sharp, demanding pain, more like persistent pressure. A faint, insistent heaviness behind my eyes and at the base of my skull, like something struggling to rise from the depths of deep water, never quite breaking the surface. I ate because Zeviar was watching me. He’d mastered that subtle attention over the past wee
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