As Lyra followed Kael through the winding streets of the Night Circus, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was this mysterious stranger, and what did he want from her?
Kael led her to a secluded tent on the outskirts of the circus. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of soft music drifted through the air.
"What do you want from me?" Lyra asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Kael's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. "I want to talk to you about your past," he said, his voice low and husky. "About the mistake you made, and the consequences that followed."
Lyra's heart skipped a beat. How did he know about her past?
"What do you know about my past?" Lyra asked, trying to keep her emotions in check.
Kael's expression was unreadable. "I know that you were once a member of the Eldridian council," he said. "And I know that you made a mistake that had far-reaching consequences."
Lyra felt a surge of anger. How dare he bring up her past like this?
But as she looked into Kael's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. Something that made her wonder if he might be the only one who could help her make things right.