Lyra's POV
Poppy's eyes practically bulged out of her head before she lunged forward and seized my forearm with both hands. Her grip was so tight I could feel her fingernails digging through my sleeves.
"That's incredible, Lyra!" she practically shrieked, giving me a shake that nearly knocked my lunch out of my other hand. Then she released me abruptly, her expression shifting from pure joy to something more serious. "Well, I mean, it's not incredible that you experienced it. I still remember when my own mate instincts first surfaced." A visible shudder ran through her entire body.
I managed a small laugh despite the sandwich filling my mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. I was desperately trying to keep my voice casual, like this whole situation wasn't completely turning my world upside down.
"And he asked me to accompany him to Destiny," I muttered, barely above a whisper.
