A knock at the door interrupted the quiet that had settled between them.
Cassian's head lifted, his expression sharpening instantly. He rose from the bed with a smooth grace that only Alphas possessed, his body moving like a coiled predator ready to defend. Lyra sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself, pulse quickening.
"She's here," he murmured.
"She?" Lyra echoed, her throat tightening.
"The seer." He paused at the door and glanced back at her. "You don't have to come down. I can—"
"I want to." Her voice was quiet but steady.
Cassian's eyes flickered, a brief surprise passing over his face. He didn't question her. Instead, he nodded once and disappeared into the hall.
Lyra quickly dressed, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled a soft shawl over her shoulders. Something inside her buzzed with nervous energy. She didn't know what the seer would say—but something told her that nothing in her life would be the same after today.
