Lyra
When the call finally ended, the relief that moved through me was immediate. I was still shaken — his threats had rattled something deep — but the way the three of them had stepped in without hesitation made me feel like nothing could actually reach me here.
Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin closed in around me straight away, their faces tight with worry. Thorian pulled me into his arms and held me close, his voice low against my ear. “You’re safe now, Lyra. We’ve got you.”
Soren’s hand moved through my hair, slow and steady. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. We mean that.”
Vaelin’s eyes were still burning with intensity as he looked at me. “You’re ours now, Lyra. We’ll defend you with our lives if it comes to that.”
Something lodged in my throat as I took them in — each of them,
