Tristan's POV
The moment my brother's life force snapped like a broken chain, I was on my feet, rage burning through my veins like liquid fire. I'd been sprawled on the narrow cot in my cell when the invisible thread connecting Wyatt and me severed completely.
My hands wrapped around the cold metal bars as I roared into the empty corridor. "What the hell just happened up there?"
The commotion from above had drawn both guards away from their posts, leaving me alone with nothing but the suffocating silence and those pathetic excuse for windows near the ceiling. The weak streams of light filtering down only served to remind me how trapped I was in this underground hellhole.
But no one was left to answer my demands. Then two more bonds shattered simultaneously, friends of mine whose deaths hit like physical blows to my chest. The timing was too precise to be coincidence.
