Lyra felt utterly broken as she stood in the middle of the ruined courtyard, her heart heavy with the loss of her mate. Every single memory of the kind warmth he had brought into her life now seemed like a cruel joke. It felt impossible to believe that he was really gone. In that fragile, painful moment, the man who had caused her so much suffering appeared before her. He was a dark figure filled with hatred, and his eyes glowed with malice as he faced her. With a wicked grin, he raised his hand and sent a fireball hurtling straight at her.
Without thinking too much, Lyra did the only thing she could think of in that terrifying moment: she ran. Her feet slammed against the uneven stones of the courtyard as she sprinted away with an energy she never knew she had. “I’m not dying today,” she
