Lyra As we made our way toward the castle, I looked up at Ace's window, because I felt his eyes on me. But he wasn't there, Mmmm, I let out a soft sigh and stepped inside the castle. “Lyra, come with me,” my father said immediately as I crossed the threshold, just before I could even greet him, he wrapped his fingers tightly around my wrist and dragged me down the corridor into an empty guest room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind us. “What is going on between you and Ace?” he demanded, turning on me, but I kept my lips pressed tight. “You better not get sneaky with him,” he sneered through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching hard. “That boy can't give you anything….he is an exiled prince and nothing more. He has no real power here, Lyra, Draven is the one with the throne, so you better stop trying to seduce his brother.” My hands curled into tight fists at my sides. I didn't care about his insults or his warnings, only one thing mattered. “You told me I didn't
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