Tenia climbed into the bed next to a sleeping Torion. He’d already been asleep when she’d entered the room, and part of her had been glad. She was so tired, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. She was empty, yet somehow she was so full of grief that it was choking her. Tenia had thought that if she kept the bond between them closed enough, then the bond wouldn’t affect her, but she’d been a fool. She’d heard all of her life about the true mate bond. What supernatural hadn’t? But now she realized there was no way to understand it without actually experiencing it. Tenia was starting to believe the only way she might have a chance of not growing closer to Skender was to completely cut him off, to shut him out totally. But just the thought of doing that threatened to asphyxia
