LYRA

Getting Lucian upstairs should not have been difficult.

Unfortunately, Lucian existed.

“I can walk on my own.”

“You almost passed out ten minutes ago.”

“That was strategic dizziness.”

Kael made a sound suspiciously close to laughter behind us.

Traitor.

Lucian shot him a glare sharp enough to kill weaker men while I kept one arm firmly around his waist as we climbed the stairs toward his room.

The bond remained calm now.

Warm.

Balanced.

The corruption stayed silent beneath the ...