IVAN'S POV
The separation ritual failed.
I hadn't expected it to—but when Revierrie confirmed it, a breath punched through my lungs like I'd been holding it in for years.
Relief rushed through me before I could stop it.
It didn't make sense. I should've been angry. Frustrated. Just as infuriated as Maeve.
I should've felt cornered by the bond I'd come here to destroy, exploded on her, and demanded answers from the priest.
But instead, all I felt was the sudden looseness in my chest, like something in me could finally breathe again. Like some part of me wasn't ready to let her go.
And that pissed me off.
Pissed me off even more when I saw that my relief was nothing like Maeve's disposition.