The world shattered with Lyra’s scream.
One moment, she was there—her skin glowing like molten moonlight, eyes wild with terror—and the next, the air folded inward, and she was gone.
The silence that followed was unbearable.
Kael dropped to his knees where she’d stood, his hands clawing at the cracked earth as if he could dig her back out of it. “Lyra!” he roared, his voice breaking in a way Lucien had never heard before.
Lucien’s jaw clenched. Shadows rippled off his body, his control fraying. “She’s not dead.”
Ronan stepped closer, trembling. “Then where is she?”
Lucien’s gaze flicked toward the torn sky. The stars were gone. Only darkness remained. “Wherever that thing took her—somewhere between realms.” His tone was cold, but his fists trembled.
Kael stood abruptly, chest heavin
