“I felt it, so don’t try to deny it. I know what you did.” I snap at him, consumed with grief and turn away, unwilling to let him manipulate me with fast words and untruths. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, and pull myself together, trying so hard to find my inner rage again over this damn stupid weakness at what he’s done to us.

“We’re linked, you and I. Meaning you feel things like me marking someone else. Which you couldn’t have because it didn’t happen! Is this why you are so fucking mad at me? You have this crazy notion in your head I marked...