A Sacrifice Rekindled

, his jaw tight. He glanced back at Lyra, who was watching us with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Not here," he

he realized I wasn't the villain. I wanted, so desperately, to go with him. To walk beside him, to feel the warmth of the rising sun o

stood there, looking pale and fragile. "Kaelen," she called out, her voice trembling. "My head hurts. I think... I think the sm

rt her. "Lyra, are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern. The coldness he showed me was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth reserved only for her. I st

ll talk later," he snapped, before turning his full attention back to her. "I'll take you to the infirmary." He half-carried her aw

ere not dizzy or pained. They were sharp, cold, and triumphant. A small, cruel smile played on her lips. It was a look that said, "He is mine. You will never win." Then it