CHAPTER NO 22
The Shadow Between Hearts
The moon hung low, pale silver bleeding through the torn curtains of the room. Lyra sat near the window, her sharp eyes glinting in the dim light. Her thoughts were loud, storming within — the memory of Eira's trembling hands still lingered in her grasp like a haunting melody. Every heartbeat reminded her of the night that changed everything — the promise, the pain, and the truth she had yet to reveal.
Eira entered quietly, her emerald eyes soft yet filled with hesitation. "You've been awake all night again," she murmured. Lyra didn't turn. She feared if she did, her fragile control would shatter."I can't sleep when I feel danger near you," Lyra whispered.
Eira stepped closer. The air between them was fragile — heavy with emotions neither dared to name. When Eira's hand touched Lyra's shoulder, a sudden warmth pulsed through them both. Their old bond, once broken by death and time, sparked again.
Lyra turned suddenly, catching Eira's wrist. "Do you feel it too?" she asked, her voice low, trembling.Eira's breath caught. "I don't know what this is… but when I touch you, I remember pain… and love."
Lyra's eyes softened. "Then remember this," she said, pressing Eira's hand to her heart. "No matter how many lives we live, no matter how deep the darkness becomes — your touch will always find me."
For a moment, silence filled the room, except for the rhythm of two hearts beating together. But outside, shadows stirred — the scent of danger filled the air. Someone was watching them.
The candle flickered. A mark glowed faintly on Eira's palm — the same mark that once bound their souls.Lyra's gaze hardened. "They've found us," she said grimly.Eira looked confused. "Who?"
Lyra's fangs glinted in the moonlight. "The ones who killed us before… and this time, they want your blood."