Lyra's PovLove had always seemed to me to be my power. As long as I clung to Enrique, I would have cause to breathe even if the surroundings around me turned horrible. However, as I stood in that dimly lit room, the truth came out like venom. Love had been my blindfold, not my strength.He was by the window, the moonlight catching in the sharp line of his jaw. I found him. He resembled the man I had given my heart to, the one who had whispered promises and touched me as though I were his lifeline. Tonight, though, the air around him was different, almost electric, colder, heavier.I murmured gently, "Enrique," but my voice sounded like it was stuck between a sob and a scream.Slowly he faced me, his eyes unfathomable. "Lyra."Something in my chest knotted painfully at the way he said my name, cold and aloof.I stepped forth. "Tell me it's not true.”His brow rose, a parody of innocence. "What is not true?"I said, my voi
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