Chapter 33

Lyra

How could she know?

She could not.

No.

"No." I shake my head.

"Lyra—"

"Yes."

I close my eyes and inhale. I wish that she wouldn't have asked that. If she had not, then I could've kept at least some semblance of privacy, the privacy that I desperately needed.

"So, he knew you were his fated mate?" There's just shock on her face, sheer outrage.

I bring my palm to my foreh