Lycina’s POV

I headed to my room door and locked it. My heart doesn’t shake from fear, no, it’s anger, hot and coursing through me as I realized the truth from everything I thought I knew about that moment he rejected me has shifted, twisted into something darker, into the real truth that Theron hadn’t chosen Lyria willingly, not really. He was forced, manipulated, his senses clouded by whatever deceit her mother wove into that cursed bond. And that vial? Still holds my scent, the one ...