, or he left since he felt like Lyra's people didn't like him. So, after Lyra finished talking to Imogen,

today. Please, come me

uldn't blame him. He must have felt so angry and insulted, that's why

the soft glow of moonlight, Lyra escaped through her

rt beating wildly, hoping that Damia

approached her with a confident stride. His blond hair tousled by the gentle night breeze fra

e wore a simple gown that clung to her curves, accentuating

a they would react that way. They ar

r way, Lyra" Damian whispered into her hair, "Do not

d gratitude. "Oh, Damian," she murmured, her voice bare

s, I see the reflection of my soul, bound t

a soft and calming kiss on her forehead. This was the first time she had been kissed on the forehead, the first time that Damian truly

t he released her and stepped back. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her rac

you," he said, his voice low and rough. Lyra raised an eyebrow, unsure if she

e said, trying to sound brave. But h

if you won't admit it," he said. "You are in danger, Lyra. And I'm the only one who

hat to believe. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something t

ed her sit down. Lyra looked up at him, feeling her heart beat

s voice full of conviction. Lyra nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew she

this stranger that suddenly became her whole world would do everything he could to keep her safe. And as she looked

ony. We can do whatever we want then. I won't stop you because you will become mine then, and I

for my actions. I was being too hasty. You were looking

ss with her hands, "I will convince the elders and text you when they f

d, blushing as she remembered the night's events. She was sorry she couldn't continue or give into Damian's lust a

pulation skills on the elders, an

uch joy in her heart. She could