Untamed
“And what would that be?”
“Freedom.”
The word struck her like a physical blow.
He stood up and walked slowly toward her. “Out here, there are no Councils, no bloodlines holding you back. No one to label you as a curse. You’re only bound by your own rules.” He tilted his head, his voice becoming gentler. “Even your bond, Lydia, doesn’t have to define you. It can be severed.”
She gasped. The mark on her wrist beat painfully as if Kyle’s name had been spoken deep within her heart.