Page 57 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Hers.

Next is terror and loneliness.

And it is agony.

Unbearable agony.

My knees hit the floor.

“Josie,” I whisper louder.

The room erupts.

The Lords leap to their feet.

“What happened?” Lord Dagan demands.

I clutch my chest.

Gods.

She's hurting.

“Not sure. The bond. It’s straining,” I choke out.

Something—understanding perhaps—dawns instantly on the faces of the mated couples.

Phoebe rises from beside Lord Kael, her hand flying to her chest.

“Oh, no.”

Jules looks devastated on my mate's behalf.

“She can't feel you,” she whispers softly.

The words slice through me.

Can't feel me.

My sweet Myrrin.

Alone.

Frightened.

Believing I left her.

Believing I abandoned her.

The mere thought sends agony crashing through me.

I surge to my feet.

Wild.

Panicked.

Unthinking.