Lyra’s scream did not fade.It became silent.Not because the pain stopped, but because her body could no longer hold sound. As though the bones had become water, her knees crumpled beneath her. Ronan caught her before she hit the stone floor, his arms wrapping around her with brutal force, as though he could keep her soul from slipping out through the cut at her throat.Black blood slid down her neck.It was thick, unnatural, glistening in torchlight like ink mixed with ash.Ronan stared at it with disbelief.His hands began to shake.Not from weakness.From rage so concentrated it threatened to rip him apart.“Lyra,” he rasped.Her eyes were half open, unfocused, with pupils dilated. She moved her lips, but no sound emerged. The bond between them screamed, a violent surge of shared agony that made Ronan’s vision blur.The seal’s hum intensified.The basin churned as if drinking.Morrigan stood several steps away, watching like a priest observing a sacrifice.Her elite warriors remai
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