LYRA

The silver light spread across the cavern walls like living veins.

Breathing.

Moving.

Watching.

I could feel it now.

Not just the bond between Lucian and me—but something older woven beneath it. Ancient threads tangled deep inside the symbols surrounding us, humming against my skin like recognition.

The pain in my chest eased slightly.

Only enough to let terror settle in properly.

Seraphine stood motionless near the tunnel entrance, dark hair stirring faintly in the cold underground ...