Kiara's POV
"The choice is yours." Lysander walked out of the door.
That was it.Nothing else. He just—Turned.And walked away.
This time he left behind no force field.No magic freeze.No locking me in like some damn prisoner.
Just… left…with the door wide open…
I stared at his back as he vanished around the corner.
"…you've got to be kidding me," I whispered.
A gust of soft wind rushed at me…the door shut behind him with a soft click.
And suddenly—
The room felt too big.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
I stumbled back and dropped onto the bed, the mattress dipping under me as I dragged a hand down my face.
His words— wouldn't stop replaying.
"Caspian might die."
My chest tightened.
"…he is fucking playing around," I muttered, shaking my head. "...he's bluffing… he has to be bluffing…no way this is true…"
Right?...what kind of sick game was this?
Tie me down.
Bind me here.
My stomach twisted.
What if he wasn't lying?
What if even a part of that was true?
