Chapter 31—Marcus's Betrayal
Lyra's point of view
The healer's den was filled with silence.
The name still hung in the air like smoke that wouldn't go away.
Lyra.
Raine stayed still. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me—really looked at me—with a focus so sharp it felt like I was standing under a knife.
I was the first to break.
I said softly, "You should go."
The healer moved around uncomfortably, looking back and forth between us. Raine didn't pay any attention to her. He never took his eyes off my face.
He asked in a low voice, "Is it true?" "Is that your name?"
I made myself look him in the eye. "Not anymore."
"That's not an answer."
"You're only getting this one tonight."
Something flashed across his face: anger, pain, and restraint, all mixed up. Then he let out
