(Amaia)
His confession and words are a torrent of liquid fire, scalding me from the inside out, leaving me breathless and charred. For a few seconds, I can't breathe and just stare at him.
The pain of losing your mate is no joke. I only went through rejection and a curse and it hurts like a bitch–here he lost his mate.
It makes sense now. The brutal agony he carries, the pain his voice holds, and the soulful, melancholic music he plays.
The reason he decided to sleep with Rahria. He must only be trying to decrease the torment his heart went through.
Everything about him becomes clear to me and I wonder if that is what he saw when the Chittering trapped him in that nightmare.
Anguish shadows his gorgeous eyes as he stares at me, waiting for me to speak.
The bond stretches between us like this bridge today and both of us stand on the far ends of it, waiting for the other to cross it.
