Emma
For a second, my brain refused to translate the sentence into meaning.
“There’s another Lyriana Nightwind.”
I just stared at Lucian, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something less impossible.
They didn’t.
My mouth opened. Nothing came out.
It was like hearing someone tell you the sky are not blue anymore and expecting to look out the window and see it—expecting reality to cooperate and correct the misunderstanding.
The room remained the same. The boardroom remained quiet. The frosted windows remained pale. Kieran stayed by the wall, arms crossed, eyes hard.
Lucian remained in front of me, too still, too controlled.
And my chest tightened until breathing felt like work.
Another one.
Another… Lyriana Nightwind.
My mind spun helplessly back through everythi
