His rejection hurt. I won’t deny it, but I held my composure. I had been through worse, and this was what I wanted: to break the link between us. I knew I couldn’t erase the mark on my neck, but it didn’t matter. If someone asked, I would say it was a tattoo.
Caelan had to close his eyes to stop the tears that threatened to fall. He tried to act strong and almighty, but he was pathetic.
Even before I decided to accept my darkness, I withstood more pain than the one he was experiencing so far.
I haven’t done anything, either. I only used my power to freeze his blood. Nothing extraordinary if you ask me. Caelan is complaining about nothing.
“You got what you wanted,” he said, panting, causing me to smirk.
“You think I got what I wanted?” I asked and laughed.
His eyes met mine and
