Lyra
My eyes flared with stubborn resolve as I snatched Thorian’s arm, my voice sharp and pleading. “Let me come with you! I can help!”
Thorian’s face hardened, jaw locked tight. “No, Lyra. This isn’t the place for you. You’re not trained to fight.”
“But I can…”
“No, Lyra!” His voice snapped higher, fingers digging into my arm. “You’re staying here where it’s safe. I’m not losing you.”
My shoulders dropped, but I wasn’t ready to back down. “I just want to help! I can—”
Thorian’s gaze turned to ice, his tone flat and final. “Follow my orders, Lyra. Stay put. That’s an order.”
He wasn’t leaving any room for argument this time. Still, I couldn’t shake the twisting knot of dread coiled low in my gut. I couldn’t just stand there and watch him walk into danger while I stayed completely us
