Rhyker’s POV
The silence of the cell pressed down on me like a weight, thick and suffocating, every passing second a reminder of what we were up against.
Lyra and I sat close, our backs against the cold stone wall, the quiet only punctuated by the drip of water somewhere in the distance. We hadn’t spoken much since Colin’s threat, but words weren’t necessary; the determination in her gaze mirrored my own, a quiet resolve that burned, unbreakable.
My fingers brushed hers, a silent promise, and she looked over at me, her face softening despite the harshness of our situation.
In her eyes, I saw fear—understandable, given the darkness that surrounded us—but also strength, a strength that grounded me, reminded me of the reason I had to get us out.
She wasn’t just my mate. She was carryi
