Eleanora’s POV
It started in my chest, a slow, searing pulse like a second heartbeat.
Then the heat bled into my limbs.
Not warmth.
Power.
Ancient. Wild. Angry.
I jerked upright in bed, drenched in sweat, fingers trembling. Something was inside me, alive and rising. The bond between Gannon and me pulsed steady, anchoring me. But...