Xavier’s POV I wasn't interested in the ball, no, scratch that. The fact that Lyra had planned and decorated the whole thing by herself was one of the main reasons why I'd even agreed to come here, and the fact that she'd said she had a way of getting my parliament seat today. While it all sounded dubious and kind of selfish, it honestly wasn't. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted revenge, but at the same time my seat in the parliament was going to make me powerful enough to stop Xander from treating lyra like she was trash. I didn't care for the guests that were attending, I didn't care that whispers trailed me every time I walked past, but I just couldn't sit back and watch them talk smack about Lyra. I knew how she was going to react, or else I would have slaughtered each and everyone of them, right on their spots. The whispers and everything else were really getting to Lyra, and like that wasn't enough, Emily just had to raise her ugly head tonight. The sound hit me like a th
Lyra’s POV The ballroom was silent, deathly quiet, and if I didn't know better, coupled with the scene in front of me, I would have easily convinced myself that I'd somehow walked into a graveyard of some sort. I couldn't breathe, and no matter how hard I tried to push the breathe past my lips, it just didn't work out. For a moment it felt like the part of my brain responsible for respiration had been turned off, and it didn't help one bit that the entire place felt like time had suddenly stopped. Oh goddess,please help me.Deep down, I knew it was a lost cause. It was next to hopeless to think that she would come down to help or at least bring some sort of miracle. What was she going to do anyway? Make all the people here disappear? Or cast a spell that would make me their favorite person? All of them sounded unreasonable, and that was my sign that I was done for. Literally. The silence stretched farther than I would like, and believe me when I said the only thing that could
Lyra’s POV The ballroom shimmered everywhere you looked, and to me, that was the first sign that I'd done a fantastic job. I'd been trying not to toot my own horn since the guests started trooping in, but apparently, all I needed to make the place really shine, was the presence of the guests who seemed to enjoy the atmosphere just as much as I did. Golden chandeliers poured light across marble floors polished to a mirror’s shine, and every corner glittered with jewels and a million sequinned gowns. Laughter echoed from each corner of the room, and while some seemed to be genuine, I didn't miss those that simply used it as a front to cover up whatever they didn't want the public finding out about.Dignitaries and Alphas from packs I had only ever heard of gathered in clusters, sipping from crystal glasses, their eyes sharp with judgment behind practiced smiles. And yet, the moment I entered, it wasn’t the chandeliers or the music I noticed. It was the stares. After my last almost
Lyra’s POV It was normal that most humans didn't have the ability to predict the future, but at least, they could easily tell when something could happen or if it wasn't going to. While it wasn't always in their power, you couldn't exactly deny that sometimes things eventually worked out for them, and while others seemed to be happy in that aspect, i liked to think it was safe to say that I wasn't a part of the lucky ones. Even in a million years, there was no way I could have predicted this outcome. In fact, the more I thought about it, the less sense it made, because how the hell did Xavier know to just show up here at the time I just finished reading Xander's letter? Last time I checked, her was holed up in a meeting with some of his soldiers, alongside Cassian and some other officials I knew nothing about. So why? Why did he have to come here now? Did the servant tip him off? I wanted to believe that was the case, since it was the only logical explanation, but before I cou
Lyra’s POV The ballroom glittered under the weight of her work, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't hide the smile that threatened to burst through my lips. Chandeliers hung like captured constellations, each crystal catching the morning sun that streamed through the high windows. Ribbons of deep crimson and gold had been draped along the banisters, and the fabric fell in careful waves, just how I wanted it. I rubbed my hands together, just to get a small jolt of pain in my palms. My hands still stung from the pins I had forced into place and while it was going to uncomfortablr for a while, nothing could wipe the smile from my face. It wasn't exactly the biggest feat in the world, but given the small obstacles I'd had to overcome to get here, I liked to think I'd earned myself the right to gloat, even if it was for a little while. Servants moved about in hushed silence, carrying trays of polished silver. Some of them adjusted the floral arrangements, while the other
Lyra's POV The corridor felt colder when I left the cell. Emily’s refusal still rang in my ears, sharper than the clank of the iron door closing behind me. My steps were brisk, heels clicking on stone, but no matter how fast I walked, I couldn’t outpace the echo of her smirk.I wanted to yell, to scream and maybe even turn back to ask for one more chance. I wasn't exactly big on pride, but right now, I didn't mind tossing my ego to the side if it meant that something useful was going to slide past Emily's lips. In fact, I was this close to going back to grovel, when realization dawned on me. Emily wpuld never help me, not even if she was paid to do so. I liked to think it was an unspoken rule between us. I wouldn't say I despised her, but she definitely loathed me and my presence. We rarely got to interact, but whenever she could, she never let it slip that Xander favored her over me, and that she had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. In the grand scheme of things, I co