Lyla’s pulse roared in her ears.

The last Forsaken.

The weight of the words settled over her like chains, heavy and unrelenting.

She shouldn’t exist.

But she did.

And now, she had to decide what that meant.

The queen her mother, or what remained of her watched in silence, her silver eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"You know what must be done."

Lyla clenched her fists. "No. I don’t."

Her mother tilted her head, studying her.

"You were born with the key inside ...