LYRA
He took one final step toward the door, opened it, and walked out without another word.
A second later, I heard the sound of metal turning. The key.
Then the heavy click of the lock sliding into place.
I stared at the closed door for a moment before letting out a slow breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Relief rushed through me so suddenly my shoulders sagged.
The room felt different when he wasn't in it. Then my stomach growled loudly in the silence.
I blinked.
Right.
I was starving.
My eyes dropped to the clay bowl beside me and I sighed.
Did he expect me to keep drinking this on an empty stomach?
I looked at the dark mixture with suspicion.
I was almost certain Lucian had no idea what was actually in it. If he did, he would know that taking strong healing herbs repeatedly without food could lead to stomach ulcers or at the very least, sharp burning pain and vomiting.
Then again, perhaps he simply didn't care.
