A Sea of Wrath and Scoria (The Naiads of Juile #2)

78. Maren

78

Maren

T he cordae between us broke.

My hands curled around it. An invisible rope tethered to my heart; the other end tied to him. But it whirled away before I could hold on. Like a piece of twine stretched too taut, it snapped and skittered from existence.

My knees pierced the surface of the snow.

And I wasn’t sure if the wind’s voice was the scream that filled my ears.

Or if it was mine.