LYRA POV
I felt high.
Not the kind of high that makes your head spin or your limbs float—it was something deeper. Wilder. Fiercer.
Luna Alice had just looked me in the eyes and told me, “If you want him, you can take him.” Like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like my heart hadn’t been a battlefield for weeks. Like the goddess herself didn’t dangle destiny above my head like a carrot on a string.
Was I going to dwell on it?
Nope.
Not when the words still echoed through my bones like a victory drum.
I made a beeline after her, barely catching the swish of her silver-blonde hair as she glided through the hallway like a queen made of moonlight. And she was—my Queen. That felt weird to say, but it was the truth. Even if we didn’t share blood, there was something in Alice’s presen
