The Past That Refuses to Stay Dead
Lyra's POV
"…or worse."
The words stayed in the air, no one spoke, no one moved.
I felt it inside me, that truth.
It sat heavy in my chest and Darius watched me carefully, like I might break.
Kael then stood still and his eyes did not leave my face and I wished they would say something, anything.
But the silence was loud, too loud and my head started to ache, it was sharp and sudden and I pressed my hand to my temple.
"Lyra?" Darius said.
"I am fine."
I am not.
Something shifted inside me, like a door opening, slowly and wrong and my vision blurred just for a second.
Then…I saw something else, not the room, not them, something else.
A flash, a woman and her arms around me tight, holding me.
"Run," she whispered
