Chapter 32 In The Dark

• Meanwhile, in the palace…
• Since early morning, Damien had been gripped by unease. It crept in unnoticed — like a drop of water slowly seeping through stone. A slight tightening in his chest, a strange tension in the back of his head, and—most unsettling of all—the silence on the other end of the bond where he usually felt her. His mate. His Amelia.
• He blamed it on exhaustion and the stress of the upcoming coronation. But as noon approached, the anxiety intensified. The connection with her — that deep, invisible thread linking their hearts and souls — began to tremble. To pulse erratically, as if its rhythm had broken.