DARIAN
I couldn’t sit still.
The room felt too small, the air too tight, every wall pressing in on me like it wanted to keep me here with my own thoughts. My boots scuffed across the stone floor, as I paced back and forth, back and forth, like a caged animal.
“I told you, you can’t win me.”
Lyra’s voice was still there in my head, soft, measured and smug.
It wasn’t the words that got under my skin, it was the way she said them, like she’d already predicted every move I would make, and she was just waiting for me to catch up.
My mind kept circling to the moment yesterday. Not with Lyra, no, before she cornered me with her schemes.
I mean to her, Ravenna,
I’d seen her… I’d seen her, not in a dream and not in some trick of the mind. She was there, standing in the flesh, her eyes meet
