LYRA
I couldn't feel anything.
Not the leather seat beneath me. Not the low rumble of the engine. Not even the bond that had been screaming at me since I left Orion's office.
Everything was numb.
Zeviar hadn't said a word since we got in the car. He'd just opened the passenger door, waited for me to get in, then closed it gently behind me like I might break if he moved too quickly.
Maybe I would.
I stared out the window as the landscape blurred past, dark trees, empty roads, nothing.
"Are you okay?" Sky asked quietly.
I didn't answer.
"Lyra—"
“I don't want to talk about it.”
"But... he's still your mate," she said carefully.
"She said ‘wife’. Not mate. There's a difference, right? Maybe–maybe there's an explanation. Maybe there's still hope?"
Her voice was small and hopeful.
