Far from where Kira was running, a name was whispered in New Orleans —a tentative whisper filled with sadness.

"Bryan…?" Elara called out while standing in front of his bedroom door, her hands clasped together.

"Bryan?" She whispered again, but no answer.

It was just the second day since the bond had been severed, but it felt like a lifetime, and no one had heard a word from him or Aiden since their cries had died down.

She had even sent all the workers away when they had broken down, not wanting any other person to witness it, but now that the crying had stopped, the workers had returned.

Sighing,...