Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…Elara’s breathing was shallow, ragged. Her only thought was Lyra. “Lyra…” she rasped, her voice barely audible. Maeve gently squeezed her hand. “Her signal has stabilized, Elara. Your defiance created the opening. And Theron’s power… it’s gone. His hold on her is broken. You have saved the balance, Elara.” She met Elara’s weary gaze, her eyes filled with a fierce, unwavering love. “Now,” Maeve said, her voice firm, “you must save your love.”