Chapter 26 The Bond

• Amelia lay in her bed, the thin sheet barely shielding her from the chill of the night. Yet it wasn’t the cold that kept her awake. A strange restlessness pulsed through her veins, a soft vibration under her skin, as though something deep inside her had awakened — something alive and impatient. Her bond with Damien thrummed like a taut string, vibrating with tension and emotion.
• She could feel him — not in a physical sense, but in something more primal, more sacred. His worry bled into her chest, his loneliness brushed against her ribs. It wasn’t just a sensation. It was a pull. A call.
• Unable to bear the weight of it any longer, she threw back the sheet. Her silk nightgown clung to her like moonlight, and she slipped a light robe over it, tying it loosely around her waist. Her feet were bare as she stepped silently across the cold stone floor, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.