Ajax's POV
The connection between us pulses like a steady heartbeat now, no longer the vicious tug-of-war it used to be when I resisted every pull. It has transformed into something deeper, more grounding. The sensation no longer resembles shackles dragging me toward something unwanted. Instead, it feels like coming home.
I should harbor anger toward Philip. Part of me still does.
He cornered me, forced my hand until confronting my deepest desires became unavoidable. I despised him for dismantling the protective barriers I had constructed over years of careful isolation. But witnessing him with her changed everything. My fury simply dissolved.
I had braced myself for devastation watching his lips claim Sally, his hands exploring territory I considered mine alone. I expected jealousy to consume me, to trigger the violent outbursts that define my usual reactions.
