CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT
Everything hurts.
That is what I wake up to.
A bone deep agony that is consuming me.
When I open my eyes, I’m staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and I blink, feeling empty.
This is a familiar numbness, one I thought I would never feel again.
I seem to be laying in a bed.
Turning my head to the side, I see a familiar figure sitting in the arm chair, half asleep.
I stare at Lucas's profile.
Has it really been more than a year? I don't know why but it feels like I’ve loved him for way longer. Which is why it feels right now like I’ve lost everything.
The true mate bond which had once been my biggest security has now tuned into my own prison.
Death would have been kinder, I muse to myself, idly.
I shouldn’t have asked Kayla to save me.
All the fight that had been inside of me has faded away and I feel like an empty husk right now.
I can see Kayla sleeping on the couch on the other end of the room.