Electric

Calla’s POV

My fingers scrabbled uselessly against the varnished wood of the pantry shelves. I desperately tried to haul my torso upright, wanting to mask the crippling vulnerability tearing through my gut before Vaughn caught me. My muscles refused to obey. The psychic agony inflicted by Corbin’s lingering, vindictive bond held me hostage, pinning me to the spot like a wounded animal. I remained