The psychic field tried to break our connection, but I held on, not by force, but by recognizing it for what it was.
With the truth of what I believe, the connection strengthened a little. All through my thought process, I had been dragged back out of the cell. To another room, Tiffany was speaking, flaunting ridiculously, saying something about inevitability, about destiny, but I could barely hear her.
For the first time in weeks, I can feel him. He is alive, broken but fighting. Now I just need to see him. So, I interrupted her rant, "Tiffany, can I at least see Adrian? I know you have him, and that's why I am here."
"Really, you think you have a right to him? Before you ever met him, I knew him first; we are childhood sweethearts! So, who are you, Elena?"
