Chapter 62 Chapter 62

Pagan scratched the back of his neck. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

Lyon’s voice was quieter. “The bond… It’s been pulling. We thought—” 

Merrick finished for him, calm but raw beneath it. “You might feel it too.” 

Charise’s throat tightened, the truth of it pressing against her ribs. She did. She had. 

And ma...