Lyra's POV
I crept through the castle's grand halls, my dress sweeping the floor with a soft rustle. My heart raced with every step, my palms growing clammy with fear. I wasn't supposed to be here, and wasn't allowed to witness the secrets hidden within the infirmary's walls. But curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something may have happened worse than what they had announced in the ballroom.
“Lady Eleanor just had a relapse from the stress.”
That was what was said, but I know that she wanted to keep her cancer a secret for as long as she could. Dimitri had not been himself, I had seen the way his eyes had blazed. The way his wolf was on the verge of coming out. I knew about his curse. Of his insanity. So even if I wanted to check if lady Elean
