Faye's POV
His palm cradles my face with such gentleness, his broad frame blocking out everything else, and the words slip from my lips before I can stop them. "Nothing."
It's a lie wrapped in safety, easier than admitting the chaos brewing inside me.
But nothing couldn't be further from the truth. My mind feels like a battlefield where thoughts collide and scatter.
The trouble began the moment that stone disappeared from existence. Since then, something has shifted in my skull during the quiet hours. It's like sensing a draft from a door that doesn't exist, like balancing on the edge of a staircase in complete darkness, knowing a step is missing but being unable to stop myself from moving forward.
The mating ceremony made everything infinitely worse. Now there's this constant pressure building behind my temples. Sounds reach my ears differently, distorted somehow.
