Lyra's POV.
The chanting finally broke, ragged breaths filling the dorm. The other heirs exchanged glances, muttered under their breath, and one by one, they started moving. I didn’t flinch as they shuffled toward the door. Eryk, Dax, and Jase lingered, eyes flicking back to me, hesitating like they expected something to change before finally giving up and leaving.
Then the door slammed open, sharp, hard, and I froze. Killian.
He stood there, broad, still, like a wall that had appeared out of nowhere. His eyes scanned the room in a slow, deliberate sweep. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavy with his presence.
“Outside. All of you,” he barked. His voice was low, but it cut through every ounce of bravado in the room.
The boys muttered, exchanged nervous glances, and left with
