Lyra’s POV

I was walking down the hall when I caught sight of a familiar figure, bound with a silver chain. My heart beats fast in my chest as I take in the sight before me.

It's my uncle. True to his words, Kessler had sent ambushes against my uncle and his minions, and he had been captured.

My emotions churn as I approach, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hint of satisfaction knowing that justice is finally catching up to him.

I stop in front of him, locking eyes with the man who once held power over me. His expression is a mask of defiance, but I see...