Lyra
Our hearts dropped as the footsteps closed in fast. We tried to bolt, but it was already too late. A bunch of shadowy figures stepped out of the dark, circling us with low snarls and growls.
Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin planted their feet, ready to fight for me, but we were badly outnumbered. The attackers moved in quick and smooth, no wasted steps.
I tried to pull on Nyssa’s energy, but there wasn’t time. Someone grabbed me from behind, a rough hand clamping over my mouth to keep me quiet. I kicked and twisted hard, but the guards were way too strong.
The last thing I saw was Thorian lunging desperately toward me, his eyes full of fear and fury, before everything went black.
“Take them all and throw them in the dungeon,” one guard shouted. They swarmed Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin n
