Ash's POV
After Lyra stormed out of my quarters, I'd planned to spend the rest of the weekend drowning in my own misery.
My future looked like nothing but endless darkness. Black, hopeless, and completely empty without her.
The brutal truth ate away at me. I could never really have Lyra unless all her fated mates accepted the bond. Even worse - if I gave in to my selfish desires and kept her for myself, we'd both be corpses before long. Every option led to disaster, and I felt perfectly justified wallowing in my own personal hell.
That evening destroyed my brooding when someone started hammering on my door. I groaned, hauling my wrecked body off the bed, but my visitor kicked through the entrance before I could reach it. Fury exploded in my chest - I was ready to rip apart whoever had the balls to invade my space - until I spotted that unmistakable waterfall of blazing red hair.
The killing rage vanished instantly, replaced by total confusion.
