Lyra

I woke up with a start, pins and needles in my feet and fingers. I had fallen asleep at my desk again, a puddle of drool pooling on the surface of my papers.

Scrubbing at my eyes with the heels of my hands I blinked away the sleep that clung to my lashes. A quick glance at the clock told me it was well past midnight. My daily grind of classes, endless schoolwork, and those grueling training sessions with Killian had left me bone-tired. I could hardly keep my eyes propped ...