(Chapter 86:Mira's Pov)
The Lady's voice was smooth, edged with something sharp and dangerous. She lounged on her throne of swirling shadows, her violet eyes fixed on Thorne with an unreadable expression.
Thorne stood unmoving before her, his broad shoulders stiff with tension. "I didn't come here for the past," he said. "I came because I need sanctuary."
She let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Sanctuary? From me?" She rose from her throne, the shadows around her twisting as if they were alive, responding to her emotions. Her long silver hair shimmered under the dim glow of enchanted lanterns hanging from the black stone ceiling.
Her eyes flicked over the rest of us, assessing. When they landed on me, I felt something cold crawl up my spine.
"Mira," she murmured, tilting her head. "So you're the one bound to the prophecy."
I held my ground. "And you are?"