45

¬Abella 

Noah and I sit in his room, having spent the last hour in silence, mulling over what has just happened. 

“How are you feeling,” Noah asks softly, making me peer up from where my head was in my hands. There is a hollow feeling in my stomach since Cian spontaneously left after the mate-bond was ended. For all I know, this could be the last time I see him. I have no idea what he is going to do from now on, whether he will go find someone else to ease the pain.

“More content than I thought I would,” I reply. I’m not sure if content is the right word, but I know that I’m not going to worry as much as I would have thought. Maybe I will have thoughts about him every now and aga