LENA'S POV
The second that blade came near my daughter’s throat, some part of me became a crystal. Fear transformed into absolute clarity. I could perceive every eventuality, every choice and consequence, all unwinding for me to see with perfect comprehension.
If I capitulated, she’d kill us all regardless. Selena had gone too far, was too eaten up by hate to keep any pact. The children would die. My mates would die. I would die. And all that we had erected would collapse with us.
If I did so, it would be Lyra’s throat the blade would end up at before I could stop it. Too fast, too near, too sure.
Which left only one option. One impossible, desperate option that would mean I had to believe my children could do what they should not be able to do.
I contacted them through our bond. Not
