Killian
I thought I had seen Lyra at her most defiant when she faced Selene in front of the elders, but nothing prepared me for the storm in her eyes now. The council room was empty except for us; elders gone, guards dismissed, Damon slinking off with his smug little bow. It was supposed to be over, but it wasn’t. Not for me. Not for her.
And damn it, I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.
“You think you are clever, don’t you?” I snapped, my voice rougher than I intended. “You let Damon go like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just stand here and spit in your face. You and I both know that he deserved what Selene got?”
Her eyes widened a fraction, but she stood straighter, proud, untouchable. “I let him go because it was the smart thing to do.”
“No, Lyra.” I slammed my hand on the table, wood
