Lyra's mind raced with questions, but before she could ask any of them, Kaidën took her hand and led her deeper into the garden.
They walked along a winding path, the sound of the fountain growing fainter. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and Lyra felt like she was floating on a cloud.
Suddenly, Kaidën stopped and turned to face her. His silver eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something.
"Lyra," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to understand. My world is not like yours. It's a world of darkness, of secrets and lies. But with you by my side, I feel like I can face anything."
Lyra's heart raced with anticipation. She felt like she was being drawn into a world of mystery, a world of wonder.
"What do I need to do?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaidën's smile was enigmatic. "You need to take my blood, Lyra. You need to become like me."
Lyra felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that this was a moment of truth, a moment that would change her life forever.
"I'm ready," she said finally, her voice firm.
Kaidën's eyes seemed to gleam with approval. "Then let us seal our fate," he said, his voice low and husky.
With a swift movement, Kaidën drew a small knife and pierced his wrist. Lyra felt a gasp of shock, but before she could react, Kaidën took her hand and placed it on his wrist.
"Drink," he commanded, his voice firm.
Lyra felt a surge of hesitation, but something in her seemed to click. She leaned forward, her lips touching Kaidën's wrist, and tasted the sweet, metallic flavor of his blood.