The silence that followed my confession was deafening. I couldn't feel Rhys. The emptiness where our bond should be felt like a gaping wound in my soul.
"No, no, no," I whispered, my hands frantically moving over my dream-belly. In this dreamscape, my body still showed my pregnancy, still carried the shape of my child, yet the life-force I'd grown accustomed to feeling was absent. "This can't be happening."
Kaelen moved toward me, his green eyes dark with fear he was trying to hide. "Seraphina, we need to stay calm."
"Calm?" My voice cracked. "Our baby is—" I couldn't finish the sentence. Saying the words might make them real.
"We don't know that," he insisted, taking my trembling hands in his. "We're in a dream state. Maybe the connections work differently here."
I shook my head, unwilling to accept such flimsy hope. "You felt me here. You found me here. If Rhys was..." I swallowed hard. "If he was okay, wouldn't we feel him?"
