Chapter 81
Tristan
My chest tightened with a sharp pain, pulling me from sleep. I jerked, gasping as I clutched my chest, as though it would ease the pain. My stomach churned, and bile rose in my throat. It felt as though the mate bond had been severed—cut from me, as if I had been rejected by my mate.
Rejection!
I opened my eyes, my heart racing as I sat up on the cold ground. It wasn't just pain I felt—I felt emptiness. Why would Ali break the bond?
As I squeezed my eyes shut, memories flooded into my head. Ali. I remembered seeing her performing black magic. I vividly remembered seeing Sarah and other witches enter the house.
Sarah. Sarah. My heart sank as I remembered how the French witch had knocked me unconscious with her magic.
I opened my eyes, looking around at the house, which was in mess. Shit. I had been unconscious for too long. What could have happened in my absence?
