LYRA VALORIC

Was this where I would die? The question echoed in my chest, heavier than the silence that followed. My skin crawled under their stares. The air in the hall was thick, heavy with the scent of polished wood, silver, and blood that had been spilled too many times before. These weren’t ordinary humans. They were hunters, and we were standing in their den.

Lucian’s grip on my hand was the only thing that kept me from falling apart. His hold was firm, grounding me in a place ...