~ LYRA ~The sun hadn't even risen when the pounding on my door started.*Bang. Bang. Bang.*I groaned and buried my face in the pillow, trying to block out the noise. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering ache in my side."Go away," I mumbled into the fabric.The door opened.I sat up and clutched the duvet to my chest, blinking against the sudden intrusion of light from the hallway. Kael stood in the doorway. He was fully dressed in black tactical gear—cargo pants, boots, and a fitted shirt that emphasized the width of his shoulders. He looked alert. Too alert for this hour."Get up," he said."It's dark outside," I argued, squinting past him at the pitch-black window. "And I'm recovering from surgery, remember?""Enemies don't wait for the sun," Kael said, ignoring my complaint. "And they certainly don't care about your medical history. Five minutes. Meet me in the courtyard."He didn't wait for a response. He turned and left, leaving the door wide open s
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