Chapter 57
#Killian's Palace
The palace was buried in the kind of silence only the dead of midnight could cast. Silver-gray moonlight spilled through the windows far above the earth, pooling into gentle curves along the marble below.
Serena, who had once lain sleeping in her bedroom, woke to an odd feeling gnawing in her heart. It was an itch she could not scratch.
She rose, drew her robe closer, and stepped into the dark passageway. Her steps fell quietly as she walked past the royal hall, to the guest rooms where she'd allowed the errant girl to remain.
The girl—Lyra, that was the name she said.
Lyra had shown up at Killian's gates two nights earlier, dirty and bleeding, begging for protection.
But now. something wasn't quite right.
Serena knocked softly at Lyra's door. "Lyra?
