Christie’s POVThe sun soon came up on the northern mountains, but there was no light in the room. The dawn didn't bring the sound of birds or the usual hustle of the estate. Instead, there was a heavy, suffocating silence. Lyon was standing by the window, his silhouette dark against the gray sky. He hadn't slept. He hadn't even sat down. He was a statue of muscle and tension, waiting for the first blow to land.I sat on the edge of the bed, my lab coat pulled tight around me. The adrenaline from my declaration in the hall had faded, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache. I had told him I loved him. I had told him I was ready to cut out the rot. But as the minutes ticked by, I realized that the rot in this house didn't always come with a blade. Sometimes, it came with silence."It’s past dawn," I said. My voice sounded raspy. Lyon turned his head slightly. His amber eyes were dim, shadowed by a week of exhaustion. "They haven't breached the door. Ren says the elders are still in the se
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