Chapter 34Lyra’s POV I was being watched, those were the words I whispered to myself after my little encounter with servant a couple of hours ago. I tried to shake it off, I really did, but the more I tried, the nurse I felt. I knew a lot of people would be quick to rule it out as paranoia, but I knew better. This wasn't just me being extra jerky, it was something more. In my attempt to find out an escape route, maybe, just maybe, I'd dug a little bit too much, and now, I'd made my back a target for someone who wanted to know what I was up to. Shit. As the time slowly ticked by, so did my mind welcome more and more awful thoughts. Had the servant gone to run her tiny little mouth where she wasn't supposed to? Did she somehow suspect that my reasons for all those questions weren't just plain curiosity or worse, had someone overheard our conversation? If yes, then chances that Xavier already heard it was astronomically high at this point. Fuck. What the hell was I supposed to
Chapter 33Lyra's POV The storm in Xavier’s eyes hadn’t settled since we returned from the watchtower, a f I hated it. I hated how unsettled it made me I was restless, and no matter how I tried to play it off that his dad demeanor wasn't affecting me, I knew better. Way better. He hadn’t said much, anything at all, but the words scrawled in Xander’s letter, each vile threat and slur, kept replaying in my head like a chant I couldn’t shut off. Even if I did try to turn it off for a couple of seconds, I trusted my mind to turn it back on again. As crazy as it sounded, my mind even went as far as making up words that Xander could have included in his letter to me and Xavier "Slut. Traitor.” more and more words echoed in my ears. “You’ll pay for this."My stomach churned, but not just out of fear. It was anger, with a mix of something else, something I could easily refer to as sadness. The anger I felt was a hollow, gnawing anger that I couldn't do anything while the people I on
Chapter 32Lyra's POV I hated how I'd been rendered speechless a little too much these days. It happened more often than I liked, and one would think that somehow, I was getting used to it, but I was wrong. Very very wrong.Time seemed to slow around us, and I wouldn't say I blamed it one bit. I'd realized that every bit of my life could easily be referred to something straight out of a TV show, and this could very well be one of it. For the next couple of seconds, no one dated to speak. Not me, not the servant that had brought the message, not Xavier. While me and the guard were quiet because we had no idea what the message meant for us, I could very well tell that Xavier was boiling with anger. I wasn't a mind reader, but I wouldn't be surprised if the man was already cooking up a plan that would bring Xander back to his knees again, and in the worst way possible this time. “You may leave.” Someone's gruff voice was all ot took to pull me out of my thoughts. I blinked back to
Chapter 32Lyra's POV I hated how I'd been rendered speechless a little too much these days. It happened more often than I liked, and one would think that somehow, I was getting used to it, but I was wrong. Very very wrong.Time seemed to slow around us, and I wouldn't say I blamed it one bit. I'd realized that every bit of my life could easily be referred to something straight out of a TV show, and this could very well be one of it. For the next couple of seconds, no one dated to speak. Not me, not the servant that had brought the message, not Xavier. While me and the guard were quiet because we had no idea what the message meant for us, I could very well tell that Xavier was boiling with anger. I wasn't a mind reader, but I wouldn't be surprised if the man was already cooking up a plan that would bring Xander back to his knees again, and in the worst way possible this time. “You may leave.” Someone's gruff voice was all ot took to pull me out of my thoughts. I blinked back to
Lyra's POV The first thing I noticed the moment I peeled my eyes open was the sunlight spilling into the room. The morning sun broke gently over the palace, the golden spill of sunlight filtering through the velvet drapes. It was cozy and comfy, and I marveled at the fact that if warmed the marble floors beneath my bare feet. The air smelled of lavender and citrus, with hints of freshly polished wood and blossoming lilies drifting in from the gardens. Safe to say the sight in front of me was nothing short of a fairytale, but just as the memory of something sweet came, reality came crushing down on me again.I'd agreed to Xavier's ball, and not just that, I'd agreed to attend it by his side too. Shit. The mere thought of it was more than enough to start a headache that had no business in my head, but there was nothing I could do about it. Whether I liked to admit it or not, I'd agreed to it, and I doubted Xavier was going to take it lightly that I wanted to go back on my decis
Lyra's POV Life had a funny way of steering you in the directions you least expected to see yourself, and the worst part of it all? There was usually little to nothing you could do about it. Take me for example. If someone had come to me with a prophecy, that I was going to go back to the man who had commanded that Emily's hair be chopped off, and had sent my bracelet alongside Emily's hair as a message to Xander, after witnessing all he'd done, then best believe I would have laughed so hard, the person would have had to tuck his tail in between his feet, just so he could lessen the burden of being embarrassed. But right now, I was slowly seeing that fate had a twisted way of telling a joke, and today, I was her main subject. The scent of burning cedar curled in the air, lingering as I stepped into his chamber. I could swear I'd been in here before, but tonight, it felt different. Like the night, the ambience and what not, made it an entirely different location. “I wasn't sure