Lyssara’s POV
The moment the bond opened—
everything became louder.
Not sound.
Feeling.
Thoughts brushing against each other too fast to separate.
Fear.
Anger.
Pain.
Love.
Mama.
Lyssara stood near the bedroom window, small fingers curled tightly against the fabric of her sleeve while silver-blue light flickered softly beneath her skin.
Outside the house—
something waited.
Not fully visible.
But watching.
Always watching.
Arinya moved in front of her instantly. “Stop looking at it.”
Lyssara blinked slowly. “It’s looking back.”
“I don’t care.”
Arinya’s golden eyes glowed brighter again as another pulse shook the walls. A c***k spread across the ceiling above them.
She didn’t even flinch.
But Lyssara felt it—
the fear underneath her sister’s anger.
Not fear for herself
