Book 3: He’s the Enemy

Lyra’s POV 

Electricity fizzled at the brief touch, and I almost jumped away from him. Did he call me his mate? 

I blinked, the haze blocking my mind. I shouldn’t have accepted the drink. It was making me hallucinate! Dizziness trembled through me and little sparks of fire lit up my body. At that moment, I was oblivious to the chaos all around me. Was this how you felt when you met your mate? I whirled around to focus on my so-called swoon-worthy mate, but he was nowhere in sight. 

Was he a figment of my imagination?

My glance fell upon the main door, and I gasped with horror. What was my uncle’s best friend, Derrick Staten, doing here? In my uncle’s absence, it was he who shadowed me around, protecting me all the time from imaginary enemies! I was sick of him stalking me 24/7 for my uncle’s peace of mind. I was sick of this prisoner’s life! 

Just four more months and I would be free to live the life I had envisaged