Every story she'd heard said this was the part where your ribs split open and your soul screamed. She braced for pain, for the severing, for whatever it felt like when a matebond ripped in half.
Nothing.
The stunned silence was so complete that if someone had dropped a pin, the pin would have been embarrassed by how loud it was.
Then without a word, Renwick finished his whiskey, with the faintest trace of amusement on his face. Beta Draven poured him another. Neither made eye contact with her.
"Did it work?" she asked no one.
"No," everyone said at once.
Unanimous. The only thing this tent had agreed on in four hours was that her rejection didn't work. The universe, apparently, considered her rejection for approximately zero seconds and declined to process it.
Interesting. She racked her brain for what else she knew about severing a matebond. Then it hit her: Fate didn't recognize Lunaris anymore because she was married.
