"So what if you're bonded to her? You don't feel it. You said you chose me, Ash. My body is fine now. Let's have another child, okay?"
Rebecca's voice cut through the sealed room like a blade.
"Rebecca…"
Then everything changed.
The air shifted. Fabric moved. A low sound filled the space, too close, too intimate, too deliberate.
I squeezed my eyes shut immediately, but it didn't help. Sound doesn't need light. It finds you anyway. It wraps around you until there's nowhere left to hide.
I tried to block it out, tried to focus on anything else—the ropes on my wrists, the cold bed beneath me, my own breathing—but the harder I fought it, the clearer it became.
Her voice rose again, breathless, broken.
My body went rigid.
A tremor ran through me before I could stop it. Nausea hit hard, sharp and immediate. I turned my head and dry heaved, empty already but still sick with it.
I already knew.
I had always known there was something between them.
