A Torrent of Silver and Curses
Just as I was about to be sacrificed in a dark ritual, the kidnappers slit my wrist.
They used my blood to forcibly forge a mind-link with my fated mate, Ryker Darren.
Once the link flared to life, all I heard were Ryker's thoughts, seething with rage.
"Avalon Ryan, stop bothering me."
"Tatiana's coming-of-age ceremony is in three days. If you dare pull another stunt..."
Fear flooded the link. "Ryker," I pleaded.
I screamed through our connection, my voice a thread of sound I barely recognized. "Save me."
"Your jealousy is pathetic," Ryker cut me off, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Listen, if you dare miss the ceremony, I'll petition the elders to sever our mate bond."
Before I could answer, he severed the link.
In the end,
I died in a torrent of silver and curses.
And this time, Ryker, I'm not coming back.