SIGRID

I start to feel anxious because he’s completely shutting me out.

But our magic is one—it’s like the mate bond in werewolves or the blood connection in vampires.

We are mates, and right now, the only thing I feel coming from him is insecurity and… fear?

“Silas?” I try to lift my head, but he clings to my body even tighter. We are both sitting on the bed.

“Love, what’s wrong?” I ask, worried.

I feel his tension, his resistance. He’s suddenly terrified, his heartbeat erratic. It’s making me