LYRA

Nobody spoke for several seconds.

Because honestly?

What exactly were we supposed to say to that?

Congratulations on your horrifying ancient soul corruption. Unfortunately emotional stability alone won’t save you.

Fantastic.

Lucian’s hand remained tightly wrapped around mine, warmth pulsing steadily through the bond now that the fear between us settled slightly.

But underneath it—

I still felt the corruption.

Quiet now.

Listening.

Waiting.

Like a predator learning our rhythms.

I ...