Lyra’s POVI knew Alaric had gone to NightFang even before Cyan said a word.My body always knows first—as if a thin thread is pulled from deep inside my chest every time, he steps away from me. That morning, before the sun rose, my head was already throbbing. Nausea came in waves, leaving my throat raw. I forced myself upright, but the world spun too fast.“Water,” I rasped.A nurse rushed over, her hands shaking as she offered the glass. I took a small sip, then vomited it back up. The bitter liquid burned my tongue.“Lady Lyra—”“Quiet,” I snapped. “Leave.”They left. They always do. Afraid of my voice. Afraid of my anger. And today, I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was this: Alaric chose NightFang.Vania arrived with a pale face she tried—and failed—to hide. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hand cold as it clos
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