Belle woke to a pulse of white-hot agony throbbing behind her eyes—and with that sharp sting of pain, Ceres felt the tether snap back. She was trapped in Belle's consciousness once more. Disorientation washed over her, sour and sudden. She had been so close, hanging on every unsaid word Nikolai offered to that silent grave, but the pull of the living body was absolute, dragging her back into the dark before he could finish.
[I was so...so close! Damn it!] Ceres cursed in Belle's mind while recalling the event a few minutes ago.
(Can you keep your mouth shut for a moment?) Belle retorted while pressing her fingers on her temple. She felt like banging her head on a hard wall right now.
