LYRA
The silence after Darius left felt suffocating.
I stood frozen in Zeviar's office, my mind racing to catch up with what had just been said.
The council wanted me.
"What does that mean?" I asked, my voice barely steady. "What do they want with me?"
Zeviar turned from where he'd been staring at the closed door, his expression unreadable. "To understand what you are."
"I don't even know what I am," I said, frustration bleeding through.
"That won't matter to them."
The coldness in his tone sent a chill down my spine.
"Then don't make me go," I said quietly.
His eyes met mine, something flickering there before his expression hardened again. "If I refuse, they'll assume I'm hiding something. That makes you a target. A bigger one than you already are."
"So I have no choice."
"No,
