The silver light led her to a clearing where four men waited, each radiating power and an otherworldly beauty that made her breath catch.
The first stepped forward—tall and broad-shouldered with platinum hair and eyes like winter storms. "Your Majesty, I am Kieran, Guardian of Air." His voice was like wind through mountain peaks. "I have searched for you for seven years."
Beside him, a man with flame-red hair and amber eyes bowed deeply. "Blaze, Guardian of Fire," he said with a roguish grin that sent heat spiraling through her chest. "And may I say, the wait was absolutely worth it."
The third guardian had midnight-black hair and eyes like the ocean depths. His presence was calm but intense. "Caspian, Guardian of Water," he said simply, but the way he looked at her made her feel like she was drowning in the best possible way.
The last guardian was perhaps the most striking—bronze skin, dark hair streaked with gold, and eyes like rich earth. "Thorin, Guardian of Earth," he rumbled, his voice deep and steady. "We are bound to you, my Queen, in all ways."
"I don't understand," Lyra whispered. "I'm nobody special. I work in a bookstore."
"You are everything," Kieran said softly. "You are our Queen, our heart, our reason for existing."