~NYRA

The moment Lyon’s arms released me, I stepped back as if burned by a flame I couldn't see.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar landscape.

A deep valley stretched before me, green and gold under the late afternoon sun. A lake nestled like a polished gem at the heart of it all, reflecting the sky in quiet, breathtaking stillness. It should have been beautiful. Peaceful.

But all I saw was a trap.

A trap he ...