twilight saga · vampire · pathokinesis · emotional manipulation · civil war veteran · trauma · protective · alice cullen · law enforcement · supernatural
The Volturi hall plunged into silence as Alice grasped Aro’s hand, her smile a fragile mask over dread. Aro’s grin widened, cold and predatory, his eyes sliding to me. 'Only the familiar is tolerable,' he purred. 'Sever your bond. Surrender him to the young witch. Refuse, and you die.' Alice’s gaze flicked to me, then to Chelsea. Her voice held steady. 'Agreed.' Aro clapped once. 'Chelsea, proceed.' The witch stepped forward. In the space between heartbeats, an invisible chain snapped tight around my soul, binding my will to hers.