Her hold tightens, shuddering waves to echo his run through her. She's drunk on the feeling of their consciousness blurring. Never has it been more obvious that they are two that are one, and the raw potential of their power together as it should be-- real and realized --is thrilling to her as he slips deeper into their bond. Yes she seems to croon in his mind as he edges closer into losing himself in it, in her. He doesn't know the full potential of what they could be together, doesn't know what it felt like to be truly in sync as their sabers cut through the flesh of the praetorian guards. Their bond as alive as both of them like a livewire running through their veins. This pale imitation will never match it, and the reality of it is beyond his wildest dreams.

He could know it if he let her show him. If he just stopped holding on.

But Ronan's name rings loudly and clearly and it infuriates her. Like a rubber band pulled taut, she snaps. She forced him to face his master in the move that gave him the galaxy. She stole him from the barbarian that gave him his arctic empire. And now she will cut the tether that holds them both back from achieving real greatness.

But first she will just pluck him from his suite, just a few floors difference that Ronan will be safe making his way alone while she is ready to face the wrath of her monster.