Kayden’s POV
The guard who brought my lunch had a big mouth. He set the tray down and leaned in, like we were buddies. “Heard the Alpha brought back that traitor, Lyra. Didn’t execute her or nothin’. Just tossed her in the dungeons. Said she needs ‘more proof.’” He whistled low. “Soft, if you ask me.”
No one was asking him.
But the news hit me like another bullet. I sat there propped up in Nyx’s bed, my side throbbing a dull rhythm, and felt pure, hot anger burn through the last of the fog. Every minute I waited for her felt like an hour. My hands clenched the sheets.
Finally, the door opened. She walked in, looking tired but still like she owned the world. She kicked off her boots by the door.
I didn’t let her get a word in. “Why the hell would you do that?”
She didn’t even flinch.
