Chapter 16
Lyra said, "Don't move," her voice shaking as she held my arm. Her startled eyes shot toward the dark figure silhouetted by the moonlight at the doorway.
"I'm not letting him win," I said, sounding low yet strong. My fingers clenched on the knife I had previously grabbed, its edge glistening faintly in the low light.
She begged, moving closer and touching my fingers. "Thorne."Please, please do not do this. We should go. Collectively.
Her comments were like a knife and a salve at once. I wanted to give in, to flee with her, and bid this dream behind us. But I could not. Not while Liam was out there tugging the cords and ready to strike.
"Lyra, if I don't stop him now, he'll keep coming for you," I whispered, my voice heavy with feeling. I can not permit that to happen.
She
