Lyra’s POV
The hands of the Warlord encircled my face and lifted it gently, despite the overwhelming might they possessed.
The medicine instantly calmed the raging pain in my arms, replacing it with a soothing numbness. But the fire wasn’t gone; it had merely relocated. It simmered in my chest, crackled through my veins, and settled hotly between my thighs behind the fiercely predatory stare of his golden eyes.
You are mine. The words reverberated inside my skull, shattering the last vestiges of the emotional armor I had erected around my heart.
I had entered the Crimson Moon keep two weeks ago a hollow shell of a woman, consumed by fury at the betrayal of the King’s brother. Anton’s actions had robbed me of my home, my military rank, and my dignity. I had intended to manipulate the Wa
