Lyra's POV
My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. What had just happened?
I blinked, slowly looking up to see Lucian holding my hand firmly. His piercing eyes bore into mine with an emotion I couldn’t place, was it worry? It almost felt like I was dreaming.
“I f*****g told you not to kill yourself,” he groaned, his tone laced with irritation. “Do you have any idea what Varg would do if he didn’t get to see you again?”
I gulped, fear coursing through me as my hand trembled slightly. Lucian let go of my hand, his movements slow and deliberate, before turning to walk back toward the man who stood in the shadows, frowning at us.
“Like I said, I didn’t come here to force you to fight for me,” Lucian muttered, glancing back at me briefly. “You can stay out of my
