“You deserve justice,” I snapped, my skin prickling with anger. “And I will get it for you.”
Lyka shook his head. “I am not interested in justice or revenge. I just want peace. When I am near my fated mate, things are…I do not even know how to describe it. It is quieter. I feel calmer, more myself. My thoughts are cloudy, yet I’m not as bothered by it, even if I cannot find my way through the fog.” He sighed. “I would like to be able to speak to her like this. I have no idea what she is saying, and I do not want to get any closer to her. After what I did to Sela…”
“You did that because the witch was tormenting you,” I snarled. “I am sure you wouldn’t do that to your actual mate.”
He shrugged. “I was entirely convinced Sela was fated to me,” he said. “And that is not a risk I am willing
