“My queen.”The words echoed inside my mind.I couldn't move.Couldn't breathe.Couldn't even scream.The crown rested against my head, cold and impossibly heavy.Silver light surrounded me.Black shadows twisted around my feet.And somewhere beyond them, the Devourer was waiting.Watching.Claiming.I heard Ronan shouting my name.“Lyra!”His voice sounded far away.Almost like a memory.I tried to answer.Nothing came out.The darkness closed around me.Then the world changed.I was standing inside a forest.Moonlight spilled between ancient trees.The air smelled of rain.I looked down.I wasn't wearing the torn dress from the underground kingdom.I was wearing white.A silver crown rested on my head.And standing in front of me was Ronan.
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