After the protests that had erupted across Hell, extra guards had been stationed around every entrance, every corridor, and every passage leading toward the royal chambers.
Lucian had doubled Lyra’s protection.
He refused to take chances.
But even the strongest walls could not stop someone who already knew how to move through shadows.
That night, Lyra couldn’t sleep.
She stood by the balcony doors, staring at the dark kingdom below.
The streets were unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
She rubbed her arms and stepped away from the window.
Something felt wrong.
She couldn’t explain it.
Her instincts were screaming at her.
Then she heard it.
A faint sound.
Click.
Lyra froze.
She slowly turned toward the balcony.
Nothing.
The curtains moved gently in the cold night breeze.
She frown
