Lyra’s POV
The air in the study was thick enough to choke on. I sat curled in a large leather armchair, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders even though I wasn’t cold. Orion was on the floor beside me, his back against the chair leg, his presence a silent anchor. The others were a storm of tension in the center of the room.
Jeremy stood by the cold fireplace, his face a mask of grim control. Raphael paced like a caged animal, his movements sharp, violent. Silas was at the large oak desk, his fingers steepled, his icy gaze fixed on Jeremy. Rowan and Caspian flanked the room, both silent, watching.
“The blood tears are not a human medical condition,” Silas stated, his voice cutting through the silence. “We’ve ruled out every physiological cause. This is something else. Something tied to
