The cold air of the corridor bit at her skin as Miranda moved swiftly, her body low and controlled, every step silent. The moment she rounded the corner and slipped into the servants' wing, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
She had heard too much.
Lyra… has an ability.
The words echoed in her mind, louder than they had sounded behind that thick wooden door. And the way Cassian spoke, possessive, protective, and furious, made her blood run colder than any winter wind.
She leaned against the stone wall, heart pounding as she tried to make sense of it. Her wolf was restless beneath her skin, ears perked as if still listening. Every part of her training screamed that she shouldn't have been there, shouldn't have stayed. But curiosity or perhaps something deeper, had rooted her in place the moment Lyra's name was mentioned.
"No one can know it," Cassian had said.
Miranda clenched her jaw.
