Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…As if in response, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer emanated from Lyra’s hand. The Atherian brooch Theron had given her, nestled against her skin, pulsed with a cold, blue light, a stark contrast to the warm, golden glow of Elara’s magic. Lyra frowned, her fingers touching the intricate metalwork. “This…” she murmured, a shiver tracing its way down her spine. “This feels wrong. Like a chain… a beautiful, gilded chain.”