The words didn’t just land. They shattered. You are it. Lyra felt them echo through her—louder than the pain, louder than her heartbeat, louder than everything. For a second— She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Because that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. “I—no…” she whispered, shaking her head weakly. “That’s not—” “It is,” the man said calmly. Damon moved instantly, stepping fully between them now, his entire presence turning lethal. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re done talking.” The man barely reacted. His gaze stayed on Lyra. Always her. “You feel it,” he continued, as if Damon hadn’t spoken at all. “Every time it surfaces. Every time it responds.” Lyra’s chest tightened. Because he was right. She did feel it. Not like something foreign. Not like something invading her. But like something… waking up. “No,” she said again, stronger this time—but it still lacked certainty. “It’s not me.”
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