Chapter Thirteen

Leo's P.O.V

She blinked, the weight of the word sinking in. I stepped closer, lowering my voice.

“You’re mine now, Nora,” I said, not possessive—certain. “Not like a thing. Not like property. It’s deeper. Older. When a vampire bonds during a bite, it links us.

I’ll feel you—your fear, your pain...

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