In the kitchen, on the floor in the living room, in the bedroom and the shower just before they’d had to meet Samael. Raum and Kobal insisted on following her to her apartment while she changed. There was no way she was doing the walk of shame in front of her boss wearing the same clothes she’d worn the night before. He’d be smug about it, the bastard. But she hadn’t bonded with them, no matter what anyone else wanted her to do. Whether they believed her or not, she was saving them from a lot of pain later. It might suck now, but in the long run, it was for the best. Breaking a bond as deep as what they wanted was a crippling, debilitating experience. Even all these years later, she remembered it with searing clarity. There had been days when she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her mind and soul echoed with emptiness as the bond snapped and left her alone for the first time in years. She’d screamed and screamed just to hear something besides the nothing that ate her alive.
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