LYRA

The kiss wrecked me.

Not soft.

Not gentle.

Lucian kissed me like a man standing at the edge of death refusing to go quietly. His hands framed my face tightly while the mountain collapsed around us, silver fire burning through the cavern walls as ancient monsters roared beneath the earth.

And through the bond—

Everything hit at once.

Fear.

Love.

Rage.

Need.

Mine.

The force of it nearly brought me to my knees.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for one brief ...