all as imperfect as he was. People forget he too has a voice to influence a mind and mistake it for their own.
How do I keep him out? I begged her for an honest answer. I needed something to help me hold on, but my rope was feeling more and more like a noose as each day past.
Sing, Roan. Tonight, you are going to sing to me.
Laying back on the pillow, I covered my face with my arm. Her presence helped slow the rapid pace of my heart.
I swallowed hard. I hadn't sung since I lost my love. Though it had been within my mind, I also feared opening up that much to Lyra.
Still, I needed to try the advice my angel gifted me. I would keep trying until I lost my mind. He would have to finish me off completely, only then would he win.
Though that day drew nearer, I knew I had a short time left. Until then, I'd share these rare moments with the one person who I grew to care deeply for.
Lyra was the only person who kept me grounded. She was the last piece to my humanity, so I'd fight. I'd keep fighting because even just having one piece, gave me something to fight for.
I began singing.
I sang the tethering masterpiece my angel used for me.
In the night’s lingering breeze,
I’ll leave you with my memories...
15
Lyra
Talon looked like he’d had one too many late nights. I knew my father's death couldn't have come easy to him.
He was part of our family, whether he liked it or not. He might be a good guy, but he helped my family with a few shady acts that could remove his badge.
As the guard guided me in, I could see some relief flood his darkened eyes. The circles told me he had hadn't been resting as well as he should've been.
The twitch in his fingers told me he had been casting too many spells. My worries intensified as I took in my ally on the outside.
When we were left alone, Talon stood from his chair and came to me. Engulfing me into his embrace, I let his spicy musk fill my nostrils.
It was the same smell I related to safety because he was my rescuer all those years ago. Talon—cop or not—was someone I could never live without.
Being mentally broken, I knew he'd never want a fragmented woman. But I was too selfish to give him complete freedom of me.
Though, I knew his natural scent came from his blood smelling of his magic. With it being so heady now, I knew he had been calling on his markings to cast spells.
"Lyra," he sighed.
Pulling back, I sniffed his shirt for him to know I was picking up on what he couldn't hide from me. "You've been using too much magic."
"I'm running an investigation. I always use magic," he defended himself.
"Fine. Then tell me, does my vein call to you now?" I tipped my head to the side, exposing the one running along my jugular.
His eyes went black, slitting with their white shade. I knew it was wrong, but his darkness as a warlock sang to me. I wanted him to dabble with my blood, enriching his bloodlust in ways that were wrong.
I never spoke my feelings for all the men in my life for reasons that were obvious. Caine's wrath might excite me, but he’d never be a man that would be satisfied with one woman.
Axel had been my best friend growing up. He was the one I told of crushes and futures, but he never knew I pictured him for both.
Roan was my silent charge. He meant more to my soul because he was under my protection. There was no denying how hard he loved, though. Part of me craved being the focus of something so strong.
Simone showed me a side to myself I never thought to explore. She gave me a glimpse of something that made my thighs clench.
Then there was Talon. He was my rock. He was my safety for every bad situation. It just hurt that my white knight only saw me as the little girl he once saved.
His affection and devotion were forged to keep a promise he made the day he saved me. Had he not, I didn't think he'd be here now.
So, with all of my secrets, the ones belonging to my heart were the biggest ones. No one could find out I had feelings for any of them.
My dreams made my fantasies real,