The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 892

Her pleas felt like a knife straight through Herman’s chest.

Swallowing his bitterness, he walked over and set the bowl of bird’s nest soup gently on the nightstand.

You spend enough time in the dark, and eventually your eyes adjust—you start to see everything.

Herman sat at the edge of the bed, his voice soft and gentle. “Honey, try to eat a little, okay?”

Anastasia looked at him, and before she could even speak, tears poured down her face.

She shook her head, struggling to keep it together. But when Herman’s hand reached for her forehead, she flinched, instinctively pulling back, her eyes wide with fear. “Don’t—don’t touch me.”

His hand froze in the air, his pupils contracting.

He swallowed, the pain sharp and jagged, like swallowing shards of glass.

Holding himself back, Herman lowered his hand and tried to make himself smaller, afraid of scaring her even more.

“I’ll just leave it here, alright? And the medicine too, it’s right here. I’ll be over on the couch if you need anything. Just call me, okay?”

His voice was so quiet—almost pleading.

He still couldn’t shake the memory of finding her by the roadside, the surge of rage that made him want to tear apart whoever had hurt her.

Herman backed away and sat on the sofa. Anastasia leaned against the headboard, slowly letting herself relax.

They sat in silence: one at the bed, one on the couch, the night cool and still.

Anastasia found herself thinking, If only time could rewind.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, just the two of them and the quiet, until Herman finally broke the silence.

“I remember everything now, Ana. All of it. I remember you.”

The words sent her over the edge. Joy and heartbreak tangled inside her—he remembered, but why now, of all times?

She bit her lip hard, refusing to break down in front of him. She couldn’t let him see her cry, couldn’t let him hurt even more.

She didn’t even know when the tears on her face had dried. The night seemed to stretch on forever.

“Dead?” Anastasia looked up at him in shock. “Did you… Did you kill them?”

Her reaction made it clear she hadn’t known what happened to those men—or to anyone else who might have been there.

“I found you by the road. Dailey and his team found the cave, but those four were already dead.” He held her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Ana.”

She stared at him, stunned. If it wasn’t Herman, then who did it?

In the haze of her memory, she thought she’d heard Rowan’s voice that night.

Could it have been Rowan?

“Who killed them? Did they find out who did it?”

She didn’t dare say more—wasn’t even sure if she’d really seen Rowan, or if it was just another hallucination.

“There aren’t any leads yet,” he said, his voice rough. “There must have been someone else there. But please, let’s not talk about it right now.”

Anastasia didn’t answer. Her eyes went dull. Some wounds hurt, even if you never touch them.