LYRA

Sleep refused to come.

Again.

I lay in the too soft bed staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed the evening on an endless loop. Hanna's nails breaking my skin. Kael's cold warning. The way he disappeared into shadows like he was made of them. Trust no one.

I turned onto my side and immediately regretted it. Pain flared in my arm where Hanna had grabbed me. I sat up and examined the damage in the moonlight streaming through the window. Dark bruises were already forming around the ...