Kael Voss Pov Elias screamed again, the sound raw and broken, tearing through the quiet of the room like a knife. His body arched hard against me, back bowing, muscles locked tight as another cramp ripped through him. The bond, that once-warm, steady thread I had come to rely on like air, fractured even wider. It felt like someone was dragging a jagged blade through my chest, cold and sharp, leaving behind an empty, freezing void that made my stomach twist and my mouth taste like metal. “Elias!” I pulled him tighter, my bare chest pressed to his back, skin slick with both our sweat. His silver hair was damp and tangled, sticking to his neck and forehead. I could smell the sharp, bitter edge of the serum in his sweat, like metal and something rotten underneath the familiar rain-on-stone scent that was so uniquely him. “Stay with me. Feel me. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” He gasped, shaking violently, fingers clawing at my arm, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. His skin bu
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