Lyra POV
I took a deep breath, recalling Nortman's advice as I stood outside the meeting room. No more being a pushover. No more waiting for someone to validate my worth. It was time for me to reclaim my power. As I entered the room, I felt the weight of my decision pressing down on me like a heavy cloak.
The usual tension filled the air as the brothers discussed strategies, their voices merging into a dull hum in my ears. They didn't notice my presence, their attention was not on me and I needed to gain their attention. Finally, I cleared my throat, capturing their attention. “I have something to say.” My voice was steadier than I felt.
Ranio's eyes flicked to mine, a mix of confusion and anger swirling behind them. Asher leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression skeptical
