Vincent/Vaelthor~
I stood there in the bathroom, the cool marble floor seeping through my bare feet like a reminder of my own chilling uncertainty. The door was closed—firmly, defiantly shut—and yet, no agony tore through my chest. No invisible thorns twisted in my heart, no echo of Katrina's distress pierced the silence from the other room. My breath came steady, my pulse a rhythmic drum in my ears, but my mind raced like shadows fleeing the light. What did this mean? Had the mate bond frayed, snapped like a brittle chain under the weight of our impossible circumstances? Or was it something worse—a deceptive lull before a storm that would drag me deeper into this forbidden love?
