His Sweet Poison

It struck him then, in the stillness—that just as her journal was her quiet world, Lyra herself had become his. Since the first moment he laid eyes on her, something inside him had shifted; the chaos around him dulled, the static in his mind faded, and all that remained was her.

She wasn’t his weakness; she was his poison—sweet enough to ruin him, potent enough to sharpen his every instinct. She