Lyra's POV
Not even sparing the others a glance, I watched as Ethan strode toward me. He crossed the room in long, furious steps, his presence alone sucking the air out of the space.
I'd seen that look before.
On my husband's face.
When it came to his mate.
A hollow laugh nearly escaped me. The irony was cruel. Ethan and I had been at odds for as long as I could remember. We were never meant to stand on the same side of anything.
"What the hell are you doing crawling on the floor?" he growled, crouching down in front of me.
Before I could respond, his arms were already around me, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. The sudden movement made my head spin, but I didn't fight him. I didn't have the strength. I simply let him carry me, my body instinctively curling inward
