Chapter 62

Lyra

Kaelen wastes no time shoving me into the backseat of Judd’s car before climbing in after me. He growls angrily as I scoot across the seat, moving away from him. Mistaking that as me trying to escape him again, his hand grips my knee with a vise-like grip.

“Don’t!” he snarls, and Zyla shudders within me as his aura smashes against us like a ton of bricks. The trunk lid shuts, and Kaelen is