Chapter 17

Bri

Wyatt and Beau chose to sit on the couch, leaving me space between them but I chose the old armchair that sat across from them. Where to start? I suppose the beginning would be best.

“The day I sent you away, I knew what had happened shortly after I woke, our hearts, synced together. I sent you away knowing if you stayed any longer, if I told you, you would have solidified the bond and I couldn’t risk that, risk you and the boys not with the turmoil I knew the next months would wield. I felt the tether between us and though you accepted me the bonds were incomplete. As the central bond, I felt every feeling that spilled through you as if it were mine. When you exited New Orleans, My Chi exploded in a rage and agony at my betrayal of you and burnt my room to ash, the only remnants that remained were pieces of you. The clothes I kept, the bags we brought, the bed. If not for Zoey, I may have ignited the entire city.” I paused blinking back tears. “I could have killed everyone.”

Wyat