Lyra
I sat across from Luca, my hands trembling slightly, though I tried to keep my voice steady. The birds that danced in the clearing offered the only sound besides ours and then sun above shone as if they were giving me a new life. The flowers were beautiful, their glow fragile, fleeting, almost mocking the rawness of what I was about to share.
I had already told him of Damon and Selene’s betrayal. The pain of reliving it still clawed at me, but there was more to say, more he needed to hear. I drew a shaky breath.
“You asked me how I knew what was going to happen,” I began softly, my eyes lowering to my hands. “The truth is…it’s because I have lived it all before. I died, Luca. I died screaming, broken, betrayed. And then, I was given a second chance, Luca. That's the whole truth.”
