Chapter 78: Against All Odds

Three days.

That was how long it took for my fever to break. By the time it did, I felt weak beyond repair. I couldn't move, and the worst part was how empty I felt. I didn't feel the bond between Xander and me, and it had been days since I heard his voice in my head.

Angie, or whatever the fuck her name was, had been right.

My blood destroyed our bond.

I asked the skies above whether I deserved this treatment. Didn't deserve so much pain and suffering for the crimes I had committed, even though I never meant to? I'd been used as a pawn from the very beginning, and I would continue to be used as one until further notice.

Now that there was no bond between the two of us, what did that mean? Would he still come for me? Would he care?

Or would he be terrified of what I was capable of?

I'd almost forgotten what this whole Endorian witch thing meant, especially when I was with him. I didn't feel dangerous, and in my mind, I couldn't see how I could ever inflict harm on them. Whatever