LYRA

A twig fell on my face, jolting me awake. The cycle was repeating again—but this time, there’s room for more action on my side. No, this power inside me can't be destroyed. I can't be destroyed. The celestial deity stands with me—stronger even than the moon. All he needs is his curse lifted—the one the heavens placed upon him.

I need to know his story. If he can save me even while cursed, then I can’t begin to imagine his strength once he's truly free. He saved me again. I ...