Austin POV
Lyra. Our daughter. A child of hellfire and moonlight.
Her laughter echoed through the obsidian halls of the underworld like birdsong breaking through stone. Even the walls listened. Even the demons paused. There was something different about her—and not just because of who her parents were or the royalty that ran through her veins. She was charismatic way beyond her years. Almost alluring.
Lyra had her mother’s eyes—dazzling, iridescent blue like the moment before the sun disappears beneath the ocean. But the rest? The storm that stirred beneath her stillness? That was all me.
I had watched it in flickers since the day she was born. The amber flecks that shimmered in her irises when her instincts stirred. The way shadows responded to her without command. She was born just
