LYRA
The pull behind my eyes faded just as quickly as it had come, vanishing before it fully arrived, like a door cracked open for a moment, then slammed shut before I could peek inside. The room snapped back into focus: Zeviar’s hand resting on my arm, Morgana’s cold, patient gaze fixed on me, the entire council waiting silently.
“Lyra?” Sky’s voice was cautious, careful.
“I’m okay. It’s gone. Nothing happened.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I straightened my spine and met Morgana’s eyes. “I accept,” I said.
“Lyra…” Zeviar began, but I cut him off.
“I accept,” I repeated, louder this time. The room seemed to shift around those words, Morgana’s small, satisfied nod, Aldric’s slow exhale, Kael’s unreadable expression. “If that’s what it takes for this council to stop wasting time argu
