My Mate's Father Claimed Me
She felt so small, but she had the weight of thousands of years on her shoulders.
"Explain," I said in a low voice that wasn't meant for Lyra but for Miranda. I needed the cold, hard facts, stripped of the psychic terror.
Miranda's face was a mask of grim acceptance. She walked to the plinth and ran her fingers over the grooves that Lyra's hands had just warmed. "The lore says that there is a fundamental difference between our world and theirs." In our world, things have shape, meaning, and a linear flow of life and death. They live in a world of nothingness. Of disorder. They don't live like we do, so they want the bright energy of our world. "They are a disease in the universe."
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