“I’m sorry, baby,” I wipe her tears. “I’m so sorry about everything.”
“I hate you.”
“I know, but can you do something for me? Take my hand,” I offer, visualising reaching for her behind my eyes, hoping she sees everything behind my eyes too.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I can’t reach you. I’m scared, did I die?”
“No, you’re fine.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “You’re just taking a tap, but I need you to wake up. Come back to me, okay? It’ll be fine, follow the sound of my voice.”
“Why did you do it?” She whispers. “You said you’d always be there for me, King. Where were you?” She chokes out, sobbing harder now.
I can feel her slipping away, her presence is fading fast. “Siren, my voice.” I swallow, trying to guide her back into her consciousness. “Follow my voice, you can hear me, right?”
“I’m tired.”
“No, no.” I swallow, “Don’t get tired, wake up, and you can rest later, okay?”
“It’s enough, it's enough, it’s enough.” She breathlessly repeats, each word more broken and strangled than the last.
“Open your eyes, please,” I tell her, my voice pleading. “Ellie, feel this pull…feel our bond and let my voice guide you back.”
“I’m lost,” she gasps. “She pushed me.”
“You’re fine. I’m with you,” I try to reassure her, but she’s barely there anymore. “Wake up, please, siren. I need you to come back to me right now. I don't know how I’ll carry on without you,” I tell her, smoothing my thumb over my mark on my neck as a last resort, a desperate plea. “Fight, Aeliana, please, please wake up.”
Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, her chest heaving. “Aeliana?” I choke out.
She blinks, tears rolling down her face. “What?”
“Is that you, baby?” I ask, my eyes searching hers with a hopeful gleam, even though I know she’s slipped away, I can’t feel her in the bond like I did just now.
She frowns, “Why are you staring at me that way? What is it with you?”
“Riley,” I painfully swallow.
She huffs, rolling her eyes. “What, Kingston?”
“Nothing,” I shake my head. “I just—”
Her gaze shifts to where I hold her true Luna mark, which is now glowing under her skin. She gasps, “Wha-what did you do to me?” She squeaks, pulling her hand away. “Oh, clutz, you bewitched me.”
“That’s our bond mark,” I tell her, giving her some space. She stares down at her arm with horror. “It glows sometimes.”
Aeliana shakes her head, “That’s impossible, it hasn’t done that once.”
It hasn’t?
I hadn’t noticed. I thought only mine was acting up, but it wasn’t. The bond was disturbed. The day mine stopped flickering when I touched it, thinking of her, was the day Aeliana became Riley.

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