Perry's POV
"Strike me, rage at me, do whatever it takes to release your fury. Just don't torture me with this silence." I cradle her face between my palms, searching her eyes for any spark of life. All I find is emptiness. "Return to me."
A storm of emotions crashes through me as our mate bond stretches to its breaking point. The sensation is unbearable—worse than any physical pain I've endured.
It's like a noose tightening around my throat, cutting off my air.
"Come on, you need to eat." I press my lips to her forehead before retrieving her meal. Settling beside her, I wait for her to take a bite. When she doesn't move, I lift the spoon to her mouth myself.
She's become a hollow version of herself. The realization of how completely I've lost her hits me like a punch to the gut.
Phoebe has slipped beyond my reach.
"Please, say anything." I coax food toward her lips, but she keeps them sealed tight.
She'd rather waste away than live—since taking her own life isn't an option.
