The days that followed Lyra’s arrival were nothing short of chaotic. She slipped into the rhythm of Blackthorn Academy like a shadow, unnoticed until she chose to reveal herself. She didn’t have to try hard to get Damon’s attention—she had a natural allure, a grace that was effortlessly magnetic. And it didn’t take long before I realized that the connection between them was far more than superficial.
The tension between us—me, Damon, and Lyra—was suffocating. Every glance I caught between them sent a spike of jealousy and frustration straight to my chest. She was everything I wasn’t: calm, collected, and seemingly without a flaw. She had the power to charm anyone she wanted, even Damon, whose sharp eyes and cold demeanor were typically impervious to anyone who wasn’t me.
And yet, there I
