Lyra’s POV

The fire burning in my core intensifies, and I find myself unable to muster the willpower to refuse whatever lust has overcome Kessler. Sasha's is filled with both joys.

"This can't be happening," I think to myself, feeling vulnerable. "He can't see me like this." But Sasha's whisper echoes in my mind, insisting, "He is the only one who can help us," as she paces relentlessly.

I can see that he's restraining himself. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he gently carries me from ...