How could I possibly recover from such a wound? I don’t feel terribly different, all things considered. That is, except… My hand goes to my heart. I gasp when I feel a tug that has nothing to do with the beat of it. Being a soul mate means being connected by a very real magical cord. I’ve known this, and yet it’s only now that I truly understand. I feel the bond beneath my rib cage, reaching out across the world and connecting me with Des.
