Lyra POV
The dining room felt like a battlefield, the air thick with tension as Fiona’s venomous words hung between us. Her red hair blazed in the morning light streaming through the mansion’s tall windows, her blue eyes glinting with a fury that made my skin prickle. I sat at the table, the untouched breakfast spread before me, Clara’s warning about poison still ringing in my ears.
Fiona’s sudden attack—calling me a “pathetic little thing”—had ignited a spark of anger in me, but I held it in check, my hands gripping the edge of the table, my heart pounding. I was Jaxon’s girlfriend, marked by his bite, chosen above all others, and I wouldn’t let her tear that down. Not today, not ever.
Fiona stepped closer, her arms uncrossed now, hands planted on her hips as she sneered. “You think y
