Chapter 57 Fifty seven

Lyra’s P.O.V.

The dream ended in fire.

Not the kind that burns skin  the kind that hums, warm and endless, like a heartbeat under the world. I woke gasping, the mark on my chest glowing through the thin fabric of my tunic.

Ral.

His fear hit me like a wave sharp, fast, unguarded. The bond flared ...