LYRA

"That's disturbing," Mira whispered.

I turned to the last entry and felt ice flood my veins, the date was twenty-five years ago during the Selection that ended with the chosen bride dying on her wedding night. The handwriting was shaky like the person who wrote it was terrified or injured or both.

"The castle is awake," I read aloud slowly. "It knows what the princes are, one carries light and one carries shadow, both will destroy each other unless the Moon-Bound intervenes. But ...