GAR
Gar trembled like a leaf. He had to close his eyes and bare his teeth at the fear within that wanted to wash over him, consume him.
But at the sound of his growl, Rika startled, then she was trembling too, and he cursed himself for frightening her.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, leaning his forehead against hers. "I'm just—"
"It's okay, I know," she whispered, her hands gripping the front of his shirt and keeping him close.
She didn't want him to move away, thank the Creator. Gar gave a low groan in his throat and that tiny sparkle of the bond began in his heart again, thrumming, humming as it tried to feed out, into his veins.
The bond was strengthening. She was moving towards him, he could feel it. But it just made him all the more terrified—after all, what if they had no time? What if the bond didn't snap into place before this was over and they got parted?
