Chapter 49 – A Heartfelt Conversation
Lyra’s POV
That night, the camp doesn't sleep.
Torches stay lit for longer than usual. Two guards walk along the walls. Whispers travel faster than the wind. Marcus's demand is like a storm cloud that won't go away.
A political bond.
With me.
I sit alone in my room, staring at the fire with my hands tightly wrapped around each other. It feels like something is pushing down on my chest from the inside. I have been close to death. Hungry. Loss. But this—this feels different.
It feels like being stuck.
There is a soft knock on the door.
I already know who it is.
"Come in," I say softly.
Raine walks in when the door opens.
He seems smaller in some way. Not weak. Not that. But without his armor, title, or sharp edges. The bandage is on his wound
