"I am so sorry, baby," Xander whispered fiercely.
His arms tightened around her, holding her securely against his broad chest. "I should never have let him in the same room as you. You never have to see him again. I swear it."
Lyra rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist, melting completely into his embrace.
"It is okay," Lyra murmured softly. She looked up at him with those wide, glassy doe eyes, radiating nothing but pure trust and adoration. "I know you will always protect me, Xander."
The Soula realm is ruled by villains who eradicated the good folks years ago. Naturally, there is only distrust among people now, because everyone knows the only ones who survived are inherently evil.
Despite these dystopian conditions, the Grand Monarch's son, Xander, has become utterly obsessed. He is convinced that Lyra is the most innocent, fragile thing on earth, and someone he needs to protect at all costs.
But with a lethal serial killer on the loose targeting the monarchy, Xander has to stay on his toes to guard Lyra from the shadows, no matter what it takes.
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