Lyra Point Of View.

Kael’s roar rattled the stone walls, a jagged sound that split through the war room and shook dust from the ceiling. I stood near the doorway, half-shrouded in shadow, watching him with the stillness of someone admiring a fire devour everything in its path.

He hurled a table across the room, wood cracking against the wall. Scrolls scattered like startled birds. His breaths came in harsh bursts as his veins pulsed along his neck; his eyes gleamed with that feverish edge I ...