Chapter 150

**Artie

Lyra was avoiding me; that much was clear. It had been days, and the most I saw of her was a rustle of skirts or the back of her head. Then, almost as though she could smell me coming, she took off from Daphne’s room before I could get there.

That probably wasn’t too far from the truth, actually. I smelled her. I felt her. We were mated, after all.

I never knew the mate bond could be so in