Lyre’s POV

With a last sweep, the guard crashed to the floor. I pressed the tip of my spear at his head.

He didn’t even bother to look up. Just raised his hand in surrender.

Pathetic.

I pulled the spear back and stepped away. Training had gone on for hours since Mirabel left, but it still wasn’t enough to burn the restless energy out of me.

By the time I walked to the window, the sky was already bleeding red. The sun sank low, spilling light across Thornveil’s walls.

That’s when ...