Chapter 9: The Awakening

Lyria’s POV I didn’t sleep. Not really. The bed was soft, warmer than anything I’d laid on in years, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything Rowan’s betrayal, the fire, the cold soil collapsing over my body, and Kael’s voice calling me back to life. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his blind silver stare. Every time I breathed, I heard the word echo: Mate. By dawn, frustration drove me out of the room. The Keep was silent, heavy with the hush of early morning. Shadows...