Lyra
“I have an idea!” My voice echoed through the quiet dungeon, making them jump. They all turned to me with confused frowns on their faces.
My eyes sparkled with a little mischief and a small smile tugged at my lips. “Just trust me on this one, okay?”
Thorian raised an eyebrow, clearly curious now. “What’s going on, Lyra? What’s this idea?”
My smile grew, but I kept my mouth shut. “I’d rather not say just yet. Let’s just call it a little unconventional.”
“Unconventional? That doesn’t sound very comforting, Lyra,” Soren said, raising a brow like he was struggling to figure me out.
Vaelin leaned in closer, voice low and serious. “Lyra, we need to know what we’re walking into. We can’t just follow you blind without any clue what the plan is.”
My face turned serious and I looked each
