LYRA’S POV

“How could you do that to me, Liora, especially after he hurt me?” I was mad at her for shamelessly allowing herself to be seduced. She whimpered quietly, and I felt bad for snapping at her. I could understand that for Liora, it was different. She had felt nothing of what I had felt all those times because she had been so dormant, almost locked away. And now, meeting with her mate was making her behave like a lovesick teenager.

“Rider is sweet. They are our mate, Lyra,” ...