Page 39 of A Promise so Bold and Broken

Shaking her head, she pushed against him, but when Merrick kept his hand over her mouth and continued to drag her toward the door, she didn’t think.

Lessia bit into it as hard as she could until the taste of iron flooded her mouth.

“Fuck!”

When Merrick dropped his hand, she spun around and stormed out of the house, her body buzzing with energy and heart pounding so hard she didn’t hear if anyone called out for her.

ChapterTen

She didn’t stop running until she reached the shoreline, where the crystal-blue sea mocked her with its tranquility.

Not even a stupid wave ruffled the glassy surface, and no damned cloud floated across the cerulean sky.

Completely in contrast to the storm that raged within her.

Panting, Lessia finally slowed to a stop when water lapped her feet, and she realized she hadn’t put shoes on before bolting out of the house.

Gods, that made her even more furious.

Her head spun—the anger coursing through her causing her body to thrum with energy and warmth to flood her blood, making it feel as if it were blistering through her veins.

Lessia flexed her hands as she stared out over the sea, barely able to remain still from the emotions pounding through her body, and she didn’t even flinch when Ydren popped her head through the calm surface.

As she met the sea wyvern’s glittering eyes and Ydren began swimming toward her, Lessia’s lips lifted into a warning snarl.

There wasn’t room for fear within her.

She was done being scared of damned creatures.

And… damned males.

Rushes of clear torrents dripped off the wyvern’s long neck as she closed the distance to the shoreline and towered over Lessia, casting long shadows over the white beach.

“Not another inch,” Lessia hissed between her teeth. “I won’t warn you again.”

The wyvern tilted her large head, her purple scales reflecting the morning sun as she eyed Lessia.

But even though her spiked tail lashed the water, Ydren slowed to a stop, head still cocked to the side and eyes firmly locked with Lessia’s.

With magic buzzing in her ears, Lessia glared right back at her.

But there wasn’t anger, or even fear, in the wyvern’s eyes as she continued to meet them.

Something else brimmed in the violet gaze.

Something that made Lessia swallow audibly as the pressure she’d gotten so used to in her chest tightened, driving some of the rage away and replacing it with the same feeling reflecting in Ydren’s eyes.

“You’re lonely,” she whispered.

Ydren blinked, her head dipping for a moment.

Drawing a few deep breaths, Lessia tried to soothe the emotions tangling inside her—tried to push down the anger, the sense of loneliness, and whatever other emotions she struggled to identify within her.

But filling her lungs did nothing to calm the energy sparking through every nerve.

She frowned as she glanced down at her feet, finding them shaking with held-back vigor, then to her tightly clenched hands and taut muscles.

What was happening to her?

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