Theo felt it before she understood it.
A tearing sensation so primally intense and wrong ripped through her chest as Sylas's body went still in Cain's grasp. There was no pain at first, just this weird feeling of absence. Like something vital had been yanked out of her without warning.
Her breath stalled. No...
No, that wasn't possible.
The pendant lay cold against her skin, heavy and suppressive, doing what it had always done. It was silencing the mate bond, and she couldn't feel Sylas the way she should have.
But something inside her screamed anyway. An agonizing heart wrenching scream she never knew could come out of her mouth.
Cain loosened his grip, and Sylas's head sagged, tipping at an angle that made Theo's stomach convulse. For a moment, Cain still held him there, as if deciding whether the body deserved even the dignity of gravity.
Then he released him, and Sylas hit the ground.
