POV: Caspian
I punched the training dummy so hard its head flew off.
It sailed across the yard and hit the fence with a dull thud, rolling twice before stopping in the mud. The dummy's body swayed once, twice, then toppled over like a puppet with its strings cut. I stared at it for a second, breathing hard, knuckles aching, and felt absolutely nothing.
That was the problem. I felt everything and nothing at the same time. The bond was doing that — filling me up with so much sensation that my brain had started shutting pieces of it down just to keep me functional. But it was not working anymore. Every hour, the connection between me and Sable grew stronger. More open. More impossible to ignore.
Last night I felt her pain again. The same kind as before — deep, humiliating, the kind that leaves marks on more than just the body. I had sat on the roof afterward, gripping the stone edge until my fingers bled, and I had not slept at all.
