Chapter 143:

Tara’s POV

I felt like I was running from the silence.

Then the thoughts came to me. Like a tidal wave, like a tsunami—like a hurricane ripping through every brick and bone and beam of what I was.

I thought that with Victor beside me, nothing could tear me down. I didn’t know why I was so stupid to not think that it might be him that did. Because the hurricane, the tsunami, the tidal wave—they all looked the same.

They all had the face of my mate.

I wondered if he could see me. I wondered if he could sense me.

The creak of the door was barely a sound amidst the giggling between them, between the rustle of sheets and laughter that they seemed so unashamed to harbor there between their naked bodies.

For a long moment, all I could do was stand there. I would have felt like an idiot were I able to feel anything at all. I realized then it in that moment that it might have been the reason why. The reason why the link between Victor and I seemed so withered.