LYRA’S POV

Amaya and Mira kept urging me to dance, jumping and holding hands, and singing at the top of their voices. I laughed. They looked so happy. Mira suddenly almost slipped from having too much.

“Sorry,” she giggled childishly, and I shook my head, scanning the crowd for her mate. He was by her side in no time, holding her gently while scolding her. It was a fascinating sight, and I couldn’t help the smile that crept up my face.

“So uptight,” Amaya drawled, poking her ...