Lyra's POV
A mighty flush of air threw me to the side as Zarek teleported fast to me. He snatched my wrist, pulling me away from the void just as it was about to swallow me. He pulled me to his big, broad, powerful body, then he sliced at the void until it fizzled out and melted into space.
I slapped my arms on his chest and pushed him away from me. "Get the hell away from me," I yelled at him.
He let me go from his body, yet his thick fingers fastened tighter on my wrist. "You will have to forgive me, Lyra. But I can't let you go."
"Why?" I screamed into his face, trying to jerk my hand from his grip. But once again, I was reminded of the level of strength an able-bodied demon prince possesses, and mine was far less than a quarter of it.
"Draziel has been miserable since you left, Lyra. He has been searching all over the human place for you." He said. "He would kill me if he heard that I saw you and let you go."
