Lyra's POV

The creaking sound of the door pulled me from my sleep. As I opened my eyes, I took in my surroundings, the faint familiarity of the room sinking in. The beige-and-gold blanket draped over me confirmed my suspicion, as I realized I was in Varg's room.

The last thing I remembered was Lucian hitting me, his voice filled with anger as he demanded to know why I’d tried to run away. I’d pleaded, tried to reason with him, but nothing seemed to stop his rage. Desperation had made me call out to Varg in my mind, hoping that he’d hear me. Then, like a miracle, he’d stormed in...