Lyra Draven
The street went quiet when she stepped out of the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement — slow, deliberate, like a countdown. Lyra Draven didn’t follow rules. She wrote them.
About Lyra Draven
The street went quiet when she stepped out of the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement — slow, deliberate, like a countdown. Lyra Draven didn’t follow rules. She wrote them.