LYRA

I didn't sleep at all.

My mind spun through scenarios over and over, imagining what would happen if I drank it and what would happen if I didn't, both paths leading to destruction in different forms but destruction all the same.

The hours crawled by with agonizing slowness while I stared at the ceiling and tried to find courage I wasn't sure I possessed. Every time I looked at the vial I felt the weight of the choice pressing down harder, drink it and hide my secrets but owe Dorian ...