Lyra
I knew the moment that the doors swung open that the stench of rot had entered the room. Damon and Selene didn’t just walk in, they slithered, their faces dripping with the smug satisfaction of predators who thought they had already won the hunt. The air shifted with their presence, pulling eyes, pulling whispers, pulling judgment like iron filings to a magnet.
For a moment, I let my gaze rest on them without flinching. Inside, I laughed. So predictable. So desperate. They came armed with lies, dragging shadows in broad daylight, hoping no one would see how hollow they really were. Damon’s smirk stretched wide as he held up that ridiculous folder in his hand, as though it contained the nails for my coffin. Selene’s eyes, glittering with poisonous triumph, flicked to me with such int
