Lyra's POV
"Tell me something I don't know," I scoffed, which only impressed him more. "You assured me that I would be under your protection."
"And I won't turn back what I've said," he smiled, cold and cryptic as his fingers played the rim of the teacup. "While you were unconscious yesterday, we were chased by lightreavers."
"Lightreavers?"
"Small bullet-like creatures. They are an assassination organization known to go in groups, targeting the one they were only paid to do…." He gave a dramatic pause. "And that target was you."
"M-me? Why do they want me dead?"
"Because you are my mate, kitten. My weakness they desperately sought for centuries," he smirked. "I was aware that old Tchórzel wanted me dead at the genesis of it all."
I frowned, visibly confused. "Why? I mean I thought you creatures praised you for killing half of the human population."
