The world shattered.
Lyra felt her body torn apart, stretched thin across endless light and endless dark, her scream devoured by the void. Chains of moonlight burned her skin as they dragged her deeper, deeper—until suddenly there was nothing.
No sound. No air. No ground beneath her feet.
Just silence and a weightless fall through a sky without stars.
Her lungs convulsed, but then a hand caught hers, rough and blood-slick. Kael. His golden eyes burned like the only sun in that endless dark.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, voice raw with fury and fear.
Another touch—shadows curling around her waist, dragging her closer. Lucien, his face pale, his jaw clenched against the wound in his chest. “Don’t you dare slip from me.”
And then Ronan’s hand caught her other arm, trembling, his silver e
