Lyra

Who does he want me to meet? I pondered again.

"Maybe our mate misses us more than we can imagine," Sasha said.

I rolled my eyes at Sasha as I slipped into a flowing red gown, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation.

As I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, my heart raced with a mix of curiosity and fear. What if I find that man with the evil smirk there

What if there is some kind of danger lurking in the shadows? Despite the uncertainty, I ...