Blake’s POV:The sky outside is still dark, that in-between shade where night hasn’t fully loosened its grip and morning hasn’t dared to announce itself yet. The clock on the wall reads 5:25 a.m., its red digits glowing like an accusation.Too early.Way too early.And yet here we are.I tug my jacket on, fingers moving automatically as my mind lingers somewhere else entirely; somewhere tangled in silver eyes, a blank stare, and words that were never spoken. Sleep had been a joke. Closing my eyes only brought Alex’s face back, restless, guarded, breathing faster under my touch and then… nothing.No answers.Just silence.“Blake,” Liam mutters, dragging his bag across the floor with zero respect for anyone’s ears, “if this thing wakes Lyra up, she will murder you. Slowly.”“I will gladly sacrifice you to save myself,” I reply without looking at him.Leo snorts from the doorway, hair sticking up in at least four different directions. “Bold of you to assume she won’t kill all of us.”May
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