LYRA
I wait with Jayden until the early hours of the morning before risking leaving my chambers. Fear keeps me in place - fear that Alaric won't want anything to do with me again. Fear that he will become cold and distant. His walls will be solid and whole, despite the cracks that I've managed to find and deepen into the hard shell around his heart. The fear that I've ruined everything has my chest feeling painfully heavy. It seems that Alaric is forever giving me heartache. My only comfort is that no one has come to tell me that I need to vacate the premises or anything of a similar nature. I wouldn't blame Alaric if he hated me now. I tried to hurt his sister. She could have died. He could have died. That's when I think of Zelmaria and what healing the wounds on Alaric would cost her. M
