Lyra’s POVThe knock came again, softer this time. “Lyra?”“Lyra, please,” he said again. “Just a minute.”I almost laughed. Just a minute. As though minutes hadn’t already taken years from me.“Come in,” I said finally, my voice calm but detached.The door creaked open.Dorian stepped in, looking very pale under the dim lights, his shirt was still half-open from where the medics had worked on him. He looked tired… no, weak and like a man who could just fall anytime soon.He stopped when our eyes met. For a moment, I could see the disbelief on his face.“You really did sing,” he said quietly, stepping back to lean on the wall.“I did.”“You didn’t have to,” he continued, almost whispering. “They could’ve cancelled.”“I know.”He frowned. “Then why?”I turned back to the mirror. “Because I don’t let anyone decide when my music plays or doesn’t. Not anymore.”He gave a weak laugh. “Still the same fire.”“No,” I corrected softly. “You burned that one out years ago. This is something else
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