C38 Incredible.

ZIONs POV...

With my arms shackled to the ceiling as I'm forced to kneel on the cold hard surface, my head lulls to the side.

The exquisite aroma of my bonetta [fated one] envelopes me. The heady scent of honey with a tinge of spice implies that she is here, cured, and stronger than ever.

I can feel the pull toward her, and it forces me to attempt to stand. To fight, and find her