Mira’s POV

I didn’t know Lyra was struggling. Didn’t know her rebellion had fractured or that Darius had taken half her forces. I was too busy trying not to drown.

The river had spit me out two miles downstream, hypothermic and barely conscious. Cyrus’s wolves found me before Darius’s scouts did. They wrapped me in blankets, carried me to a safe house, and asked where Kael was. I couldn’t answer through the shaking.

Three days passed before I could stand. Three days of not knowing ...