Chapter 8

That night, I couldn't sleep either. Wind blew through silver tree leaves, rustling softly. My heart suddenly ached. As if someone, in a distant place, was experiencing the same pain. "Lucien..." I murmured his name. Elias entered from outside the tent, holding a cup of warm herbal tea. "Side effects from the power awakening haven't faded," he said gently. "You're resisting the residual connection from that old bond." I sipped the tea, saying quietly, "I thought I'd forgotten him." Elias...