She only meant to save him. To break the cruel tether Maeve had carved into his soul.

But magic never forgives mistakes — and now she’s bound to him instead.

Every heartbeat, every flicker of pain, every whisper of desire... she feels it as if it were her own.

He burns like the sun, and she’s been too long in the dark to remember how to survive its heat.

🐺

He should hate her for it — for replacing one chain with another.

But this bond... it’s nothing like Maeve’s. It’s wild, alive, unbearable and addictive all at once.

When she hurts, he bleeds. When he wants, she trembles.

And sometimes, when silence falls, their hearts beat in the same rhythm — a cruel reminder that fate has tied them too tightly to ever truly let go.