SYRAH POINT OF VIEW.

The message burned in my pocket long after the guard walked away.

I didn’t open it at first.

I already knew who it was from.

I could feel Lyra’s presence in the tight pull of my chest, in the cold certainty that tonight was the night she wanted everything set into motion.

When I finally unfolded the letter, my hands were steady even though my heart was not.

“Do it tonight.”

I swallowed and folded the paper back carefully, hiding it beneath the loose stone ...