Chosen by Abaddon

Lorcan releases me and takes a step back, looking me up and down with a deeply furrowed brow. His golden eyes travel across my face with an intensity that makes me blink.

"Your eyes, your skin, and your hair have changed, Lyra. That sword changed you when you grabbed it." His voice is low and, for the first time since I've known him, I think I'm seeing Prince Wraith, the future king who fears noth