Lyra's POV
The walls were closing in.
For weeks, I had been trapped inside Leo’s estate.
Every door locked. Every exit guarded. Every move I made monitored.
I used to tell myself I was here for Mira. That this wasn’t some kind of beautiful, gilded prison wrapped in expensive marble and bloodstained history. That I wasn’t just another piece in Leo Weston’s carefully controlled world.
But the thing about prisons is that they don’t always come with bars. Sometimes, they look like lavish mansions with silk sheets and million-dollar chandeliers.
Sometimes, your jailer wears a perfectly tailored suit and a dangerously calm smirk.
And sometimes? Sometimes, the scariest part is realizing you stopped looking for the way out.
That was the worst part.
Because I used to fight it. I used to p
