Chapter 46
Love had changed everything.
What had started as a dangerous bond between a werewolf and the Prince of Hell had slowly become something neither Lyra nor Lucian could hide anymore.
Their love had blossomed beyond the walls of the palace.
Everywhere they went, they were together.
Lyra had become a familiar sight beside Lucian—walking through the palace gardens with her hand intertwined with his, sitting beside him during meals, whispering to him in the corridors, and sometimes simply resting against his chest while they talked late into the night.
Lucian, the cold and feared Prince of Hell, had changed.
At least when Lyra was around.
The demons who had once feared even looking directly into his eyes had begun noticing the softness that appeared whenever he looked at her.
