Chapter 15 Everly
Chapter fifteen
Everly
Stepping from the bath, I wrap a towel tightly around myself, the warmth of the water lingering on my skin as I pad across the cold stone floor.
I make my way to the mirror, wiping my hand across the fogged glass until my reflection begins to take shape.
My eyes immediately trace over the mating mark on my temple.
The intricate vines weave together in an elegant, almost delicate design, intertwining like living threads of magic.
The mark is unmistakable—a perfect replica of Maxon’s.
I reach up and trace the outline with my fingers, a lump forming in my throat.
“I hope you’re okay,” I whisper, a tear falling down my cheek.
I quickly swipe it away and draw in a ragged breath. I need to stay strong. I can’t allow myself to fall apart, because if I did, I’m not sure I could put myself back together.
“I miss you,” I whisper down the bond, hoping he can hear me.