Chapter 70: A Bitter Sacrifice

Elara's POV

My hand shot out to grab the cup, but Lyra had already pulled it out of my reach, her eyes locked with mine in silent determination. The mind-link between us flared with urgency as I desperately tried to stop her.

Don't drink it! You don't have to do this! I projected, my mental voice frantic.

Lyra's expression softened, though her grip on the cup remained firm.

“I trust you, Elara