LYDIA
… because they failed…
I was pleased with myself when I entered the hall. Actually pleased. It felt good believing my plan had worked. I had imagined my men dragging Draven to a secured location…angry, cursing, furious, anything… just as long as he didn’t step foot into Lunaris Academy.
Lunaris Academy… that cursed place.
I didn’t care what Cyrus said or how he tried to paint it. I knew the truth. That academy destroyed boys like Draven. Broke them. Sent them back in pieces. And Cyrus wanted to send my son there as if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t care. As if Draven wasn’t his only child.
So yes, I acted.
I wasn’t going to sit and wait for someone else to decide if my son lived or died.
I sent loyal men to intercept him, to take him somewhere safe until I could deal with Cyr
