LYRA I turn to my side, facing Zane, as my arm slips beneath my pillow. My fingertips brush against the bone handle of the athame below my head. Aurora’s voice is loud once again, reminding me of what needs to be done. Louder and crueler than before, laughing as though she already knows I've lost. I grip the handle tightly, but freeze when Zane slowly reaches up. His bright eyes lock onto mine, while his skin still has that faint glow of his Alpha power. A large hand lands on my cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles against my skin, and just like before, the urge to use the weapon simply… vanishes. I close my eyes and try to relax into his gentle touch. “Ly, what did she do to you?” I stiffen, the words on the tip of my tongue, but my voice won’t cooperate. Zane sighs and places another kiss on my forehead. When he pulls away, he looks like he wants to insist. His mouth opens, but ultimately he just nods. “When you’re ready,” he gives me an encouraging smile, while
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