Lyra's POV
I was walking down the hall when I caught sight of a familiar figure,bound with a silver chain.My heart beats fast in my chest as I take in the sight before me.
It's my uncle.True to his words,Kessler had sent ambushes against my uncle and his minions,and he had been captured.
My emotions churn as I approach,a mix of anger,betrayal,and a hint of satisfaction knowing that justice is finally catching up to him.
I stop in front of him,locking eyes with the man who once held power over me.His expression is a mask of defiance,but I see the flicker of fear in his eyes.
I know I should feel happy now that he has been brought in,but my mind drifts away again when I remember how devious and cunning my uncle could be.
As soon as he catches sight of me,he gives a deviou
