Morace called out in a trembling voice, "Doll."

Lyra turned and fled the room.

"Doll!" Morace pursued her without hesitation. She continued to run until he caught up with her and seized her arm.

"Lyra, please..."

"Let me go, please," she murmured, turning her face away from him.

"I cannot; we need to talk at least..."

"About what, exactly? You heard the seer. You and I... I believe this is the end. I understand a great deal about mates; you cannot escape it, no matter what. Besides, you do not feel anything when I touch you," Lyra replied.

Morace shook his head and gently wiped away her tears.

"I am...