Lyra's POV
My heart hit my stomach, just as Draziel hit the ground with a powerful thud that almost rattled the whole castle. The balustrade shook slightly as I started from it.
I shuffled a foot back from the balustrade, refusing to believe what had just happened. Zarek swung his sword for Draziel's neck on the ground. "I'd won, I'd won!" he screamed, jumping in excitement.
My eyes tightened at Zarek's big figure looming over Draziel, and I glared at him. I should have known that was his plan. Using me to distract Draziel so he could win. The bastard—cheater.
My eyes jumped back to Draziel at his gentle grunt of pain. His lips were twisted in pain. He was hurt. Hurt because of me. Quickly, I dashed down the hallway, climbing down the stairs for the training ground. But when I pushed through the guards to get to him, he had disappeared.
"Lyra, I won," Zarek chanted, striding fast to me.
