The pain sliced through me again, sharp and unmistakable. This wasn't some vague feeling or pregnancy discomfort—this was Kaelen in agony, the sensation bleeding through our bond like ink in water.
"We need to move. Now!" I clutched the edge of the desk, trying to steady myself as another wave of phantom pain washed over me.
Ronan frowned, concern etched across his features as he watched me struggle. "Seraphina, we're preparing as quickly as we can, but—"
"But nothing!" I slammed my palm against the desk. "Every minute we waste could mean—" I couldn't finish the sentence. The possibilities were too horrifying to voice.
Harrison wheeled closer, his weathered face grave. "Seraphina, what exactly are you feeling?"
I closed my eyes, focusing on the distant thread that connected me to Kaelen. "Fire. Pain." My eyes snapped open. "Betrayal. Someone's betrayed him."
