LOGINLyra’s POVRowan and I broke apart the moment the ground shook beneath us, the sound of the explosion rolling across the academy grounds like thunder trapped underground. Students screamed and scattered in every direction, and for a second, I forgot entirely about the kiss, about Luca watching from the balcony, about anything except the black smoke now billowing up from somewhere near the east wing of the mansion.“That came from the palace,” Rowan said, gripping my arm. “Lyra, we need to move.”I didn’t need telling twice. We ran together through the chaos, dodging panicked students and overturned benches, the smoke thickening with every step closer to the mansion grounds. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, though I couldn’t have said whether it was fear for whoever had been caught in the blast, or the strange, sinking certainty that this had something to do with me.Forty-two nights of unconsciousness. A stranger who vanished without a sound. A book with my exact number sta
Prince Luca’s POVI was getting dressed for my usual training scheduled. When something outside caught my eye. I walked toward the balcony, still combing my hair in front of the mirror, and looked down.Then I saw her.Lyra. Walking with Rowan.My eyes narrowed instantly. I watched them for a few seconds, trying to convince myself I didn’t care. After everything that had happened, I had no right to care who she walked beside or what she did with her time.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.Then Rowan pulled her close.My hand froze against the railing. Before I could fully process what I was seeing, Lyra leaned in.She kissed him.My whole body went rigid. “What the hell.”I stared, unable to look away, as the kiss deepened into something far more than a passing gesture, and something inside me snapped clean in half. My mind went white with heat. I squeezed my hand around the railing hard enough to hear my own knuckles crack, and I didn’t feel a single bit of pain through
Lyra’s POV“Zanny…… Zanny , where are you?”My voice echoed through the dark shelves, swallowed almost instantly by the silence, and no answer came. Instead, the library bell began to ring, loud enough that my heart lurched painfully in my chest.I froze. I needed to get out. Immediately.But my eyes caught on the two books still sitting on the table, and my attention snagged hard on the one about the girl who had slept for exactly forty-two nights. That number refused to leave me alone. I had slept for forty-two nights myself, and here it was again, staring back at me from the stranger’s book he gave to me from this forbidden library.Coincidence? I didn’t believe it for a second. And I wasn’t ready to leave any of it behind.“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “I know what to do.”I grabbed the books and tucked it beneath the waistband of my skirt, my cardigan long enough to hide the shape if I moved carefully. I pressed one hand flat against my stomach to keep it steady, then crept towa
Lyra’s POVI got dressed without saying a word.Even now that I had finally woken up, a thousand questions still crowded inside my head. Forty-two nights. That number kept repeating itself over and over, refusing to leave me alone. I had been unconscious for forty-two nights, and yet everything I remembered from those nights felt far too real to be nothing more than a dream.I didn’t understand any of it. My father. Jordan. The forest. Stella. Luca. Elara. The strange creatures that still lingered at the edges of my memory. Every time I tried to separate truth from illusion, the two only tangled together further, until I could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.So I decided not to tell anyone. Not yet.I left my new quarters and made my way toward the academy, and the palace corridors felt subtly different beneath my feet, as though I half expected something from those forty-two nights to step out from behind a pillar and prove itself real.When I reached the academy,
Lyra's POVThe world spun violently as the guardian's wings faltered, and for one terrible, weightless moment, all I could feel was the rushing wind and the certainty that we were about to die exactly the way this endless night had threatened to kill us a dozen times already."Hold on!" Luca shouted, one arm wrapping hard around my waist as the guardian's descent steepened, its wings beating desperately against injuries that clearly refused to cooperate any longer.The ground rushed up faster than I could brace for, and at the last possible second, the creature twisted its massive body, absorbing the worst of the impact along its own uninjured side rather than letting any of us bear the full force of the crash. Even so, the landing threw us all sprawling across broken earth, the air punched entirely from my lungs on impact.For several long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Somewhere nearby, I could hear the guardian's ragged, shallow breathing, each inhale sounding weaker than the
Lyra’s POVI crushed the remaining dust between my fingers and let it scatter across the wound, and the faint moonlight still filtering through the settling dust cloud caught the powder and magnified it just enough to steady the trembling silver light around my hands. I pulled again, harder this time, and the spear finally tore free with a sickening, wet sound that made my stomach lurch.The guardian's entire body convulsed once, twice, and then went suddenly, terrifyingly still."No," I whispered, both hands pressed flat against the wound as silver light poured out of me in a steady, desperate stream. "Not after everything. Please, not now."For several unbearable seconds, nothing happened at all.Then the creature's chest rose in one long, shuddering breath, silver light spreading slowly beneath its scales from the point where my hands still rested, and its ancient presence pressed weakly but unmistakably against my thoughts once more.“Thank you,” It said. Though I fear you have on







