THE THIRD MATING
LYRA'S POV
“You can’t be serious,” Silas muttered, staring at the hidden door that had just slid open.
“We have to see what’s in there,” Ronan said, his voice, his eyes glinting with determination.
I stepped forward, my heart pounding as we entered. The room beyond was like a secret lab, cluttered and eerie. A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working.