Book 3 - Chapter 39

Jasper’s breath hitched—not like pain, not like fear.

Like loss.

Total, bewildered, impossible loss.

His hand pressed harder to his chest, fingers trembling over the spot where the tether used to pulse between us.

Used to glow.

Used to live.

“Miley… I can’t feel you,” he whispered.

Not accusing...

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