TYRIS POV
The throbbing in my skull matched the ache in my chest as consciousness returned. Her voice had haunted My Sleep—Lyra's cries of ecstasy that were caused by the touch of another man—the man who had sworn brotherhood to me. I had pounded on Rockan's door until my fists were raw, each of her breathless gasps burning through me like molten silver. After my voice turned hoarse from screaming, I stumbled back with nothing but a bottle for company. The alcohol did little to numb my shattered heart. Now, preparing to wash away the night's sins, I heard a tentative knock. The gentle tap wasn't Rockan's commanding presence—relief flooded through me. I wasn't ready to face the man whose betrayal had carved a canyon where trust once lived.
"Come in," I groaned, eyes closed as I leaned aga
