Despite my every effort, I wasn't just fine. I lay on my bed, just staring at the ceiling, until the sun climbed over the wall, streaming through the curtains. I was aware of the Star Guards' souls hovering outside my bedroom door, shifting uneasily, but I couldn't raise myself, or even wipe the excess moisture from the corner of my eyes.
Luke had left. I wasn't going to cry anymore, but...he was gone.
My hand rose to my chest, closing around the ring, the cold gold cutting into my palm. I still couldn't feel him. Not even a smidge of his soul or aura.
It had to be Jessia. But why hadn't Luke told me? Did he think leaving me with this horrible emptiness was more bearable than a constant reminder? At least then I'd have something to cling to.
Closing my eyes, I let the ring go, my hand falling limply to the bed. If I stayed here any longer, immersed in these feelings, then I really would start crying again.
