Lyra’s POV
I sat beside Kurtis on the plush sofa, his warmth radiating through the small space between us, but my mind was miles away. Thoughts of James circled relentlessly, and despite Kurtis’s reassuring presence, I couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind. James would never let this wedding happen without some kind of fight. He was obsessed with control, Angela may have betrayed me, but James? He was a different kind of threat. A more dangerous one.
I stole a glance at Kurtis, his strong profile illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace, and my heart swelled with love. He looked so calm, so certain about our future, and for a moment, I envied him. How could he be so sure? Couldn’t he see the storm that was brewing?
“Hey,” Kurtis’s voice pulled me from my spiraling
