Chapter 95. With My Last Breath

Cassian POV

“Lyra!” Watching her eyes roll back into her head as she sinks to the ground has my wolf wailing in agony.

I lay her head on my legs while Healer Elara jumps into action on the other side of her. She does several quick checks on her coloring, her pulse, then waves an assistant over. “Fetch my healer’s bag,” she says, and the man does not delay.

“What happened?” I ask to no one in particular.

Both High Priestesses kneel at my side.

“The amulet is strong,” Freyja explains. “And that vision seemed quite disturbing. It taxed her energy away, no doubt.”

“She mentioned witches,” I say. “Did the witches do this? Is she cursed?!”

Reliquin strokes Lyra’s free hand gently. I have no intention of letting go of the one I