Chapter 142

*Lyra*

The chill of the stone floor seeped into my skin as I sat against the wall, my wrists aching from the iron shackles that bound me. This felt like deja vu all over again.

The room was dimly lit, the flickering flames of a single torch casting long shadows across the rough walls. My body ached, my mind swirled, and my heart pounded as I thought of Mila and Nolan—my babies—and Rowan. How had