Lyra
My desire for Kaely is impossible. Immutable. But it is good for one thing.
It’s probably impossible for him to get anywhere near me without my knowing about it first. It’s like an alarm.
I’m dozing with my head resting against the trunk of the tree when I feel the heat start to build. At first, it finds its way into my dream. I imagine myself in the capable, loving hands of my true mates.
Cassian strips away my clothes slowly, his fingers trailing over my bare skin. I gaze up at him, hardly able to believe how handsome he is. I thread my fingers through his long brown hair and pull his face to mine—
The dream changes.
Wilder and I are in each other’s arms, and he’s moving inside me. I’m getting none of the pleasure and satisfaction I usually get from this. It’s as if, no matter
