LYRA

I inched forward in rage, picking up the Primordial Book I had just dropped.

Stepping closer to Blade, I threw the book in his direction, stopping a few inches away from him. My gaze locked onto his, burning with fury. I could see it—fear gnawed at him.

He looked confused, puzzled by the sheer terror on my face. But as I took in the sight of my parents—shackled, bound in chains, unconscious—something inside me snapped.

I wasn’t sure if I could even kill Blade. But God, I ...