LYRA

When I woke again, sunlight filled the room.

For one brief, blissful second, I forgot everything.

No corruption.

No Hollowed.

No ancient prophecies or terrifying bloodlines.

Just warmth.

Strong arms around me.

Lucian breathing steadily beneath my cheek.

Peace.

Then the bond shifted faintly.

And reality returned.

I tensed instinctively.

Immediately, Lucian’s hand slid slowly along my back.

“Still here,” he murmured sleepily.

The low roughness in his voice sent warmth through the ...