Chapter 65

Lylah POV

“Micah is my mate, my fated mate.” I say to Lord Talon barely in a whisper.

He becomes pale, swiftly retreats from the bed, picks up his clothes, and exits the room.

I’m relieved he fled. I feel like I’m betraying Micah when he is around me, but I can’t stop these thoughts I have of Lord Talon, no matter how hard I try. It has completely drained me. I’m exhausted from fighting myself from wanting to touch his skin, kiss his lips and more. I shouldn’t be feeling warm and fuzzy around him. It’s like something is wrong with me. I approach an arch-stone-shaped stain-glassed window and push it open. I look down and instantly regret it. I’m so high up. This is a situation I don’t want to be in.

Mateless, grieving, kidnapped with feelings towards my captor… Wait a minute! Isn’t that an illness? Finding your captor attractive and developing feelings towards them? Wands! This explains everything. I have stockholm syndrome! A huge sense of relief overc