Lyra's POVI watched Draven's face transform.The fierce warrior that had been at my side a minute before, the one prepared to take on an army, crumpled into something crushed and shattered. He tensed, staring at the woman who stood before us.Sera.His dead mate. The love he’d lost five years ago.But something was very, very wrong with her.It was poison thick and suffocating, as it radiated from her. Her eyes were black holes of nothing, no warmth, no life. Black veins slithered just under her skin, throbbing with the same wrongness that had consumed Sable.This was not a resurrection. This was desecration."Draven," I murmured, getting up from the chair. "That is not really her. Look at her eyes."But he could not hear me. He was paralysed, torn between the memory of what she had been and the horror of what she had become.Sera stepped further, too smooth, too graceful. Like a string puppet being manipulated by skilled hands.“My love,” she said, and the word echoed there in a way
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