When she met his eyes again, her face was pale, her expression sharpened with something close to fear.
"I felt it too. Last night, or early morning. Our bond—it flickered. I couldn't feel you anymore. No lust. No pulse. Nothing. Like someone had cut the string between us."
Lor stared, his pulse thudding in his ears.
Her words landed like stones, heavy and unyielding.
"That's why I went looking for you," Kiara rushed on, her voice low, urgent, her fingers flexing against his chest. "I went to your house this morning. Your mother said you weren't home. I thought—" Her throat worked, a rare crack in her composure.
"I thought maybe you'd gone off, maybe the bond broke. So I searched. All day. I had to find you." Her eyes softened, but her grip tightened, possessive.
"To see if you were safe. To remind myself you're mine. And yes—to fuck you, because we're lovers now, and I missed you. But those dreams?" Her gaze bored into his, fierce and unwavering. "That wasn't me."
