Chapter 58
The chill of the night air clung to Serena's skin as she stood frozen at the end of the corridor, heart pounding so violently it seemed to echo louder than her own breath.
Her eyes refused to blink, seeing in terror the sight before her—Lyra holding the unknown captive by the arm, still clutching the shining dagger in her other hand.
"Move," Lyra ordered in a soft, commanding tone, shoving the boy toward the back hallway to the palace gardens. "Or I'll make you move."
Serena raised her hands a little, retreating slowly. "You don't have to do that. If he's that important to you, we can talk to Killian. Maybe there's some sort of compromise."
"You still don't see, do you?" Lyra spat. "There is no negotiating without bloodshed. You think your precious King will listen to you?
