No moon. No whispers. Just us. It was beautiful. Magical. Our temperatures rose as we reached for more…

But then—

“Lyra…”

A voice echoed from deep within the cave.

Blade stopped.

“Did you hear that?”

I nodded. We both stood, quickly pulling ourselves together, hearts racing as we followed the voice that had unmistakably called my name.

Past the moss-covered walls, deeper than either of us had ever ventured, Blade led the way—protective, tense. Even he didn’t know this ...