Lyra(Mia’s)POVThe castle was quieter than usual, though silence here was never truly still. Somewhere in the distance, a maid’s slipper tapped across the marble. A guard shifted his stance at the gate, armor clinking faintly. But under it all was a hum, a vibe I could not name, that seemed to ripple through the very walls as though the stone itself knew what approached.The full moon.I had noticed the signs in Damion days before. At first, only fragments. The sharp cut of his jaw as he ground his teeth against some unseen strain. His hand, clenched too tightly on the arm of his throne, knuckles pale with restraint. His temper, once cold and precise as a blade, now flashing like lightning, unpredictable and dangerous.But tonight, it was different.Tonight, he did not come to bed.I lay awake in the heavy hush of our chamber, staring at the shadows the fire cast across the ceiling. The sheets beside me were cool, untouched. Hours passed, yet the bond between us pulsed faintly, restle
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
