~Lyra~
I was stunned by Kael’s words.
“So, you liked me for real?”
His eyes didn’t waver. “What if I told you to die for me?”
What… exactly did he mean by that?
After he left, Eli crept back into the room, shutting the door with careful fingers before rushing to my side. “Prince Kael’s in his study. He won’t be back soon. So? Did he suspect anything?”
Only then did I unclench my hands. The pain hit me instantly—my palms were a wreck, blood smeared over the torn skin, the blades now dull with crimson.
“Gods, what did you do to yourself?” Eli whispered, horrified.
“I’ve regained my sight,” I said flatly. “If I saw a knife coming, I would’ve flinched. This was the only way.”
Pain. I had to rely on pain to keep my instincts from betraying me.
I walked over, grabbed some tissues, and
