Chase POV:
The things I do for love.
I hadn't even had a proper conversation with her, let alone a normal relationship. No dates, no stolen moments of laughter, no tender exchanges. Yet here I was, driven by the unyielding pull of the bond. My cold, dead heart beat for her—for *Leila*, my beloved. She was the reason I had endured centuries in this obnoxious, chaotic world, searching, hoping. And when I finally found her, she had fled, slipping through my fingers like sand.
Now, three more years had been added to the centuries I'd spent searching. I couldn't go back to that hollow existence. She had become my purpose, my everything. The thought of returning to a life of aimless wandering, knowing she was out there but beyond my reach, was unbearable.