Lyra's POVI stared at the phone until the screen went dark.My hands were still trembling. Not violently, not the way they had trembled when those men dragged me out of the chamber and down to the dungeon. This was quieter than that. A fine, persistent shake that started somewhere deep in my chest and worked its way outward until it reached my fingertips.Kaelen.His name alone was enough to do this to me and that made me angrier than anything else. That he could still reach me here, in a place he had never been, in a house that was not mine, surrounded by three men I had only just met. That his name on a screen could still take the air out of the room and make me feel sixteen years old and foolish all over again.I set the phone face down on the table."I am fine," I said, before any of them could ask.None of them spoke. I appreciated that more than I could say. Vaelin kept his hand on my shoulder, a light and undemanding pressure, and Soren was watching me with the particular quie
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