Lyra“You’ve been calling me your bride…bride, bride!” My voice cracked as I pressed myself against the wall, trembling. My hands were shaking, my heart hammering so loud it drowned out every thought. “Why? How am I your bride?”Nick moved closer, each step deliberate, confident, as though he already knew I couldn’t escape him. His wet hair clung to his forehead, dripping down in slowly that traced the sharp line of his jaw before sliding to his bare chest. My eyes betrayed me, flicking over the sculpted lines of his abs before I forced myself to look away, my throat tightening.“Because I marked you,” he said simply, leaning down until his presence consumed me, until I could feel his breath against my lips.I froze.A single drop of water fell from his hair, landing on my cheek like ice. My body went rigid, breathless, and then, lightning. A flash of searing pain ripped from the back of my neck down to my spine. I was so sharp, so real, I gasped, stumbling forward.“No… no, no..” My
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