KYMON'S POV
His fingers wrap around hers with a firm possession, and I don't understand why it infuriates me. I don't know why I want her just as close to me as we were a minute ago—just when I could feel her heart—
Kymon, what the hell are you thinking? I resist the urge to facepalm myself. This is unlike me. I have never craved a female's proximity since Freya's death. Maybe it's because it feels different with someone other than Stepmother or Zade coming close to me, or maybe—it's because her presence, everything about her, reminds me of Adena.
I shouldn't let my body react this way towards her or anyone at all. I have to remember that I am not permitted to feel love or desire.
I shift into my wolf and run towards Caspian's home. I have no clue why Lyra seemed so certain that I was the reason for her murder, even though I am not. I have to find out what the hell must have happened. Maybe I can find a clue to who killed her.