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Lyra closed her eyes, holding back the emotional tears slipping out of her control.

She caressed his back and lifted her gaze to his midnight eyes, his masculine, beautifully savage face.

"We’ll always find you both, my mate... always..." She stroked his short beard and threaded her fingers through the fine dark strands.

"Look, Ly... we belong to you completely, we’re yours in body and soul..."

Drakkar took her hand then and guided it to his left pec.

Words caught in Lyra’s throat, and in Aztoria’s as well.

Her fingertips grazed the deep, broad scar that remained on Drakkar’s skin.

Over the scar shaped like several interlaced lightning bolts, the letters of her name were carved into living flesh, rough, rustic, by a man’s hand...

No, by a God’s hand, and a very beastly one, by the way.

How much must this have hurt them?

Lyra shed more tears, her shoulders shaking as so many feelings crashed over her at once.

They even went beyond what the Selenias did.

They accepted a much mo