Puck pressed a kiss to my temple. “How do you feel?” My mouth curved. “Like my bones turned to soup.” Locke chuckled. “You’re beautiful when you come apart.” My gaze locked on his. “Thank you.” “Nothing makes me happier than giving you what you need.” I just hoped I could do the same for them. That we could find some miracle that would allow us to make this bond work. But some dark voice in my mind told me it would never happen.
