LYRA POINT OF VIEW

“I hate this!” I let out in frustration.

Sleep mocked me.

I lay stiff on my side of the bed, staring into the dim patterns of moonlight curling across the ceiling. The hours dragged, my eyes wide open, my mind refusing to quiet. Beside me, Kael slept like a dead weight, breaths heavy, body slack, and utterly oblivious.

He always slept deeply after brutal days, and tonight, exhaustion dragged him under so heavily he didn’t even twitch when I shifted.

Good.

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