Author's note: This is from Zoe's point of view
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"Luca…", I called breathily while staring at our palms that were pressing against each other above the surface of the river. "How can you feel the bond when you are not of age yet?"
"It started after the blood oath."
I realized something. "Is that why you ran away to London?"
"I wouldn't call it running away..."
"And how would you call it?", I interrupted him.
He let out a long breath. "I'm sorry for bailing on you, Zoe. The bond was driving me crazy, and I feared that if I stay close to you, I will do something you won't like."
"And now you don't think you will do something I won't like?", I asked.
"I will never do something you won't like, Zoe. I was made to make you happy." His words sounded like a pledge, shaking my insides and turning me into emotional mush.
