Chapter 16 Finn

Finn

I feel it the second it happens.

The bond snaps into place—solid, warm, certain—and it’s not mine.

Torric.

Of course it’s Torric.

I stare at the ceiling and try to remember how to breathe around the weight crushing my chest.

Good for him. Really. I’m happy for them both.

I turn over and bury my face in the pillow so no one hears me laugh.

Or maybe it’s crying.

I can’t tell anymore.

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