#Chapter84
Survival
Sleeping with Carmen and marking her.
It has to be that; nothing else can compare to this agony! The thing they taught us about in school, about carrying that heartache when your fated mate destroys the bond. It all makes sense and for days after, fighting the fatigue and desperation it makes me feel, even still, I barely managed to cover more than couple of miles in total, before breaking down into a crumbling mess and sobbing all over again. It felt like he had taken a knife himself, cut me open wide, and ripped everything out before setting it alight. The emotional devastation was as bad as finding out my entire family was gone when I was just eight years old and it still lingers like a shadow, weighing heavily, keeping me in the dark, even now. It broke me. In so many ways.
