LILA'S POV
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I sat on the cold floor of my locked room, my heart aching for Asher. His face filled my mind, pale and bleeding from Darius’s dagger. The mate bond was faint, a whisper that hurt more than it helped.
This room was a cage, small and suffocating. I missed Asher so much my chest felt crushed. Every second here made me feel more trapped, more helpless.
The door’s lock mocked me, heavy and unyielding. I curled my knees to my chest, tears burning my eyes. Without Asher, I was empty, a shadow of myself.
Guards stood outside, their steps loud, watching me closely. I could hear their low voices, grumbling about duty. They made sure I had no way out, no hope.
I pressed my hands together, praying to the Moon Goddess. She’d led us to the sanctuary, promised safety. Now I begged
