Chapter: 38
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Liam's POV:
A strong arm yanked me backward. My instinct screamed at me to fight, to tear my captors apart, to make them regret touching me. My muscles tensed, ready to lash out—until I heard his voice.
"Allow it."
Zeke's voice rang inside my head, calm yet commanding. I snapped my gaze toward him, searching for some sign that he had spoken aloud. But his lips hadn't moved. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held no indication that he had said anything at all.
Had I imagined it? A trick of my own unraveling mind?
I tried to fight again, twisting in my captorl's grip, but the voice came again—clearer this time, echoing through my brain like a whisper from the void.
"Allow it."
There was no mistaking it now. My eyes locked onto Zeke's, and in the brief flicker of something unspoken between us, I knew—I wasn't hallucinating. He had spoken to me inside my mind.
Was this mind-linking? No, it felt different. More invasive. More primal.
