Lyra
I paced the room fast and quiet, feet barely whispering across the floor while my thoughts spun in every direction, searching for a way out. My eyes kept flicking to the window, then the door, hunting for the safest route. My hands opened and closed on their own, showing just how jittery I was getting. Every step made the anxiety climb higher—my breath coming quicker, heart hammering hard against my ribs.
Fear slid in cold and sharp, wrapping tight around my chest as I pictured all the unknown dangers waiting outside. My eyes widened and my forehead creased with worry about actually reaching the meeting spot in one piece. The pacing turned restless, my movements sharp and twitchy like a trapped animal desperate for any crack in the cage.
The air in the room felt thick and heavy, pr
