Bring Onyx back

“The first time I felt him again was when you’d gotten hurt at the hospital,” James whispered, looking away from me for the first time. His eyes screwed shut and his features morphed into those of pain. “When you’d fallen and cut your head.”

What a day that was.

“What exactly changed?”

I finally pulled away from his face, urging him to pull over to the side of the road so that we could continue this conversation. He nodded, continuing to look as if he was going to be sick at any moment.

“Honestly, I think it was your blood. I was sitting with the doctor in the other room, and the scent of copper mixed with what I now know was your scent carried me back. I felt Onyx fighting against whatever has been keeping him away,” James leaned his head back, staring out of the open sunroof.

“What do you mean by something keeping him away? Do you still feel him?”

His head lolled to the side, “It feels like he’s in a little glass box in my head.” A ghost of a smile graced his face, “And before