“You’re not just fighting Marcus anymore. There’s a bigger game being played here, and you’re just a pawn in it, Lyra.”
The words hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at Damian. His eyes are cold, but there’s something in them—a warning. A shadow flickers in his gaze, one I can’t quite place.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The tension in the air is suffocating, and the walls of our hideout, once a sanctuary, now feel like a prison.
Damian leans in, his breath hot against my skin, but I don’t back away. I’ve learned to hold my ground, even when I feel the ground slipping from beneath me.
“I’ve been hearing things,” he says, his voice low, urgent. “Things about Marcus, about the forces he’s been gathering. There’s someon
