Ryan

I walked back to my office, thoughts swirling in my head about what Wista had said. Her final warning before I departed her cabin left me with a simmering unease that I couldn't shake. "You have to tell Lyra to watch her back, Ryan," the witch had cautioned, her eyes boring into mine. "The person orchestrating these assaults isn't going to give up until they achieve their goal. Lyra's death, by any means necessary."

I clenched my fists, jaw muscles tightening. The idea of ...