Mine to keep, mine to break
“This bond doesn’t weaken with distance. If anything, it sharpens. Be careful with it.”
Timothy nodded. “And be careful with yourself.”
I wanted to laugh, to deflect, but the sound never came. Instead, I stepped forward and hugged them—first Myron, then Timothy. The moment my arms wrapped around Timothy, the third bond flared again, sharp and sudden, sending a ripple through all three of us. Myron sucked in a breath behind me, and Timothy stiffened, his hands gripping my arms as if to keep himself grounded.
“There,” Timothy muttered. “That’s it again.”
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